The way Harry's eyes had darkened behind his glasses had to be one of the sexiest things Ginny had ever seen. And then, the sound of his voice. It's roughness sent another shiver through her, a frisson that went right down her spine and made her bit her lip in a pointless attempt to contain a moan. Her hands gripped his shirt as she molded herself close again, hungrily kissing his lips and tasting the heat that flashed between them.
After a moment she pulled back with another little moan and tugged his shirt up and over his head to toss it aside. Her hands instantly found his body again and this time her fingers began to trace the lines of his muscles, mapping them out, memorizing the hard lines of his body and the way they contrasted with the softness of his skin. He was warm beneath her fingertips, his muscles firm and hard and Ginny's darkened eyes flicked up to meet Harry's as she moaned his name again.