A smirk curled the corners of her lips at the sound of his groan, the vibrations of it against her lips. Her fingers tightened in his curls to keep a firm hold - remembering and rediscovering exactly how much he liked that all at the same time. She was all too keen to hear him groan again, more than she was to take another breath it felt like. Her teeth grazed is skin playfully as she left a trail along the path of his pulse.
Then there were those hands and the press of his hips. She couldn't help the moan that distracted her from those kisses, her breath warm against his skin. "Harry," she murmured. Of course she'd always known how easily she could turn him on -- feeling it press against her was another matter entirely. She let go of him suddenly. All at once pulling away from his skin and his hair. It wasn't in vain. Rather, her hands pulled her top up and off her, exposing her freckled skin to those hands. She wanted them over every inch of her.