Freed from whatever stupid game they had fallen into playing before the sudden overwhelming way in which she wanted him then was almost enough to scare her. Even more the thought that she could very much get used to it, that it would be a very hard thing to walk away from this and pretend it had meant nothing more than seeking comfort in a bad time. Sure it freaked the hell out of her but like so many things it really didn't register in her mind at the moment, nothing did past the way her skin burned where his hands were, the feel of his skin under hers.
She moved to lay beside him, tucking herself in under his arm and pressing kisses to wherever she could reach at the moment. Her hands pressed into his sides, trailing low to hit the top of his jeans. "I'm pretty sure you're still wearing entirely too many clothes," she said with a small grin though her eyes were dark, heavy lidded with want and desire.