Merlin, he most certainly took that invitation, unable to help himself as one hand went to her hip, her arse, pulling her even tighter against him. He was more than sure she could feel his hardness pressing against her, hell, grinding against her, bringing another low growl to his lips.
Her hands on his skin left a slow burn in their wake, and he couldn't help his own hands from wandering to the back of her corset, working at the ties but quickly becoming frustrated.
"I'm going to rip this thing off your body here in a minute," he told her, looking into her eyes. "So if you want to save it... better get it off." He was mostly kidding, but not completely. He wanted to touch her, and there was too much complicated material in the way.