Edward liked that she made no effort to disguise her feelings, and he would have agreed that there was no reason to do so. He appreciated her honesty, and the way that she was unashamed of her own wants and needs. Her soft words drew another low chuckle from him. "You are a dear to wish to protect my sensitive soul from such indecent thoughts," he told her, although he really couldn't make himself sound serious. "Did I not tell you how much I enjoy your boldness?"
Every time she shifted, even if it was just a tiny movement, he felt himself squirming a little beneath her. Not because he was uncomfortable as such. It was more a side effect of fighting against his urge to rush and ravish her. It was a sweet torture, but they were getting there, slowly, surely...
She slipped the material smoothly from her body, and he was sure that moment was the most thankful he'd been to Dr Morgan so far for restoring partial sight. He would not have wanted to miss that for the world, and he was sure he just looked eagerly delighted. He knew that she had her wounds, but that wasn't where his attention was drawn in that moment. After a moment of silent awe, he finally touched her, his real hand seeking out soft flesh. Lips quickly followed as he dipped his head and kissed at her breast. He was almost sweet about it at first, and then his moved across her nipple. He got quite a thrill out of how her body automatically responded to him.