"You give me too much credit," he told her in a similar tone. He at once felt like he had her captivated but there could be very little superiority or pride in the realisation. She had him equally hooked. It was like they had become tangled up and entwined together and neither could take all the credit for it. It had just happened to them. But he was never going to want to complain about this particular fate.
Perhaps he had been naive in assuming that the kiss would have been enough to sate and satisfy for now. That it would take the edge off a feeling that could only be described as a need that had been growing every time he was in her presence. It didn't, it just proved that his imagining hadn't come close the reality of it, and made him want her all the more. He'd just turned up the heat, not quelled the burn.
Fortunately, she seemed to be lost in a similar plight. He had quite forgotten any of his earlier anxieties about his abilities or appearance. Indeed, it was difficult to be concerned about anything so shallow when she was so eager to be close to him. His right hand dropped from her hair to touch gently at her cheek, and then fingers trailed down the warm, exposed skin of her neck before settling for a moment at her collarbone.