Ade | Emma
It was a strange thing to want to press forward and take that next step, but at the same time loathe the distance needed to accomplish it. The separation of their bodies as she struggled to remove her jeans was a necessary one, but that did not leave him to enjoy it all the same. The feel of her small hand wrapped around him was too brief to satisfy the growing need he had for her and he found it hard to resist seeking more.
A basic male appreciation for the gradual unveiling of the gradual curves of a woman's body joined with what he knew and had experienced of Emma previously. Her charm, that thin chord of a devious nature, everything only made him want her all the more. It was still a terrible idea, but the consequences would be dealt with happily if only because he had followed through on this experience.
A hand lifted, slipping to her soft hair and drawing her lips back to his. There was surprise, passion, confusion, and even a bit of wariness, but he didn't bother to ask if she was sure she wanted to continue. He would not fool himself into thinking that she didn't know what this was. Emma was an intelligent woman and he knew that if she didn't want to be right where she was, she wouldn't be.
Their kiss remained heated, but the urgency slowed to something more manageable as his free hand traced a line that ran up the inside of her thigh until he could tease her through her knickers. The warmth he found had him breaking the kiss, a low sound of appreciation leaving his lips. "If you have a problem with the kitchen," he murmured, lips brushing her jaw, "now would be the time to say something." If she would rather be in her room, then he had no problem with that, but he fully intended to make the most of what little time they had.