He enjoyed the little noises she made, the gasp of surprise, almost as much as he delighted in the eagerness of her body, of the arms around his shoulders, which made it easier for him to grind against her hips, pressing against her; the friction of it almost more than any sane man could stand. But as the kiss broke he had to allow the woman some air, and besides, as she breathed her chest rose and fell within her bodice in the most stirring way... he brought a hand up from her hip, a finger moving from her breast-bone down between her breasts, before leaving her skin. "My well-being, Beth, depends very much on you..." He explained, brushing the stray hair from her throat and tipping his head to press several kisses there, each moving lower than the next.