Harry grew even warmer when she gasped and pulled back, knowing exactly what had caused her to do that. He felt a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity. Curiosity about what she was really thinking. She had to like it that he was so into it, right? But on the other hand, perhaps they had paused long enough by now to make her reconsider being this way with him. Harry hoped not.
Harry forced himself to hold her gaze. "Sorry," he said quietly, though he wasn't sure why he was apologizing for something he couldn't help. "Erm, if you want to stop, it's okay... though we don't have to?" he added. He sounded more hopeful on that last bit than what he meant to be.