His kisses made her knees weak, the way he touched her and the way he felt against her...
Instead of answering, she took his hand and kissed the palm of it, leaning her cheek against it. "We won't rush, will we?" she whispered. "I have but one chance to be with you the first time, and I do not wish to rush."
As she spoke, she pulled down the covers of the bed with one hand.