As he grabbed her thigh, their hips made contact, fitting snugly together like two puzzle pieces. In fact, she could feel a rather nicely sized puzzle piece through the remaining thin layers of fabric between them, pressing against her greatest heat.
Her hands slid around his chest, over to his back, and slowly ran her fingernails down either side of his spine. It was almost like something she did during a massage session, but not from this angle, and definitely not this erotically. Finally, her fingers slipped under the band of George's pants so that her hands could get their first handfulls of his gorgeous backside.
Her lips left his to do some of their own exploring, starting on his chin, then along his jaw... She paused when she got to where his missing ear would have been, and hoping he didn't mind, left kisses along the scar tissue, showing her acceptance of all of him, just the way he was, scars and all.