Melinda didn't try to hard to deny his hands as he guided her. She settled easily atop him, her legs sliding to straddle his waist. She was rather intent on settling against him, getting comfortable laying against him as she was. But those lips. She was so willing to meet them, demanding as they were. She liked it. There was something about it that made her feel small, but safe, even if her instincts said to be defiant.
Instead, she shifted against him as her hands moved slowly up and down his sides. There was no reason for her to shift other than to tease him. It was too fun. She wanted to see how tight his hold of her would be.