When she kissed his hand, he doubted she was going to back out; he knew for certain that she was not when she kissed him. His eyes drifted shut as he bent his head to meet hers, savoring the taste of her, and then the feel of her as she placed his hands at her waist. As her hands drifted up to his hair, his own moved around her, pulling her close against himself as he deepened the kiss.
Slowly, he stepped backward, guiding her with him. He did not know if she would be comfortable with getting on the bed yet, and he was fine with standing for now, but he just wanted to be away from the door. If she seemed reluctant to move away from the room's exit, he would have to rethink this.