Every noise she made was incredible; her moans sent sudden jolts of pleasure through him, as surely as if they were physical touches.
She was so open to suggestion; it had hardly taken anything to get her to move where he really wanted her. For someone so overpowering and controlling, he was enjoying this particular situation that he had found himself in, practically pinned into place by a feisty feminist. It was a fantasy that he hadn't been aware of until that very moment.
She was fumbling almost nervously with buttons, and he couldn't help but smile against her lips. It was terribly endearing; he was sure that only Grey could be appealing while being completely awkward.
By contrast, Malcolm's hands had continued their exploration of exposed flesh, both hands now sliding up her skin taking the material with them. When he reached as far the elastic of her bra, he lingered for a moment, and then reluctantly broke the kiss just long enough to quite suddenly pull the material over her head. She could get back to playing with buttons in a moment, that was a necessary move.
He didn't feel like words were necessary- or maybe it was more that, for once in his life, he was at an absolute loss for words. He didn't want to make some joke, because if there was ever going to be a time for a joke to come out badly, this would that time. And something serious? Well, either way, words were probably best avoided. Instead, he sought out her lips again, his hands running up her back, almost curious to see what other noises he could draw from her.