Edward would have made some witty remark in return, indeed he already had something half-formed in his mind that would be a fitting retort, but he was quite sure that it would turn into absolute gibberish if he were to attempt to put it into words. Her whisper had sent blissful shivers through him, his skin cooling and then flushing immediately afterwards in a wonderful contradiction of sensations. And then she moved, only slightly, but it was enough to get a soft sound of pleasure from him, especially when it was accompanied by her own muffled moan.
He felt like a tightly coiled spring, and now that he had realised where her wandering hands were headed, the tension built up even more. He was rather enjoying the slow, torturous burn of it, the tentative exploration. He was quite sure by now that he could just have his way with her, but this was much better that some hurried fumble. He deliberately shifted under her just a little as her fingers teased about undressing him.
"Good," he said a little breathlessly, and then all at once his lips were kissing at her neck, gently brushing her hair aside to gain better access. The real hand squeezed lightly at her thigh as his hips shifted a little under her once more.