Edward definitely wasn't going to be pulling away from her. Everything about her seemed to draw him in, and every taste he got of her skin just made him crave more of her. His name was on her lips, and it was an even more beautiful sound than her little moans. The confirmation that he was the cause - as if there could be any doubt left in his mind now.
She moved against him with more determination, and instinctively he was pressing his hips up to meet her. Clothes were just becoming overly hot and frustrating by now, and the problem wasn't going to be solved without moving her from her current position. It would be a necessary evil, it seemed.
But her thoughts were moving in a similar direction apparently. He lifted his lips from her skin, taking a second to catch his breath but also creating just a little more space between them. Temporarily, to allow her the access she was seeking.