Harry looked more gorgeous, more sexy, more attractive right now than perhaps he ever had before, and given the length of time Ginny had fancied him, that was saying something. But his eyes were dark with desire, his hair ruffled even more than usual and his skin was flushed, not to mention how that just-kissed look to his lips only made her want to kiss him again.
She whimpered when he drew his lower lip into his mouth and her hands tensed against his chest until she was distracted by the feeling of him undoing the clasp of his bra. Somewhere inside there was a semi-rational part of her trying to plan ahead, trying to figure out what to do next. But the heat and desire overcame any rational thought with it's loud and tempting suggestions to touch him, get closer, feel his skin against hers, more.
Ginny's slid up his chest and over his shoulders as he tugged her close and fit their bodies together. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and the feeling of her skin against his tore an entirely different sort of moan from deep within her; rough and deep and needy. Oh Godric that felt incredible. She turned her head, pressing warm open-mouthed kisses up the line of his jaw till she found his ear and drew the lobe of it playfully through her teeth. Her breath ghosted over his skin as she gave another little moan, and then, "Harry." Her cheeks were flushed, but she was too caught up in this to think too much, to become to awkward. "Love you."