The sound of his name drew Harry even closer to her, if that were possible, an eagerness and urgency in his touch. He was only able to distinguish the low sounds he was making as his own because he could see and feel her mouth forming his name. And then, oh, she was touching him, and he felt every single muscle in his body tense as pleasure and desire coursed through his veins and along his nerves. Oh, god, he was so turned on that it almost felt too good, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself under control.
He shifted to help her take his trousers and boxers off, and for a fleeting moment, felt oddly sheepish and embarrassed by his own nudity and arousal, much more obvious than hers. Had she felt the same way when he'd gotten her clothes off? If she had, she'd covered it well; seeking to hide his own nerves, he lowered his head to her neck and grazed his teeth over the curve of it before soothing the skin with his lips and tongue. Her name came out breathlessly against her skin, almost a plea and mostly a request for permission. He felt relatively confident of what he was meant to do next, and yet could not help the brief hesitation.