The satisfaction in his tone made her smile against his lips, knowing what she'd said was unlike her. But she simply couldn't form a coherent thought...nor did she want to. And a big part of her was afraid he would come to his senses, realize that she was throwing herself at him, and stop all of this. And Rinoa didn't want it to ever stop.
Her fingers had gentled slightly as she started to slide his shirt off, the sleeves catching at his wrists where his hands were in her hair and on her leg. His fingers were hot against her skin, and Rinoa wriggled enough so that he could use them to slide off anything of hers he wanted to. At the same time, the wall was pressing her tight between it and him. "Jack," she gasped, between his harsh kisses, "..the wall...can we move..?"