Feeling the push of his shoulders back, he began moving back towards the bed, his arms sliding down to wrap around Katherine's waist and helping to guide her. The backs of his legs hit the bed and he just went with it, falling back and pulling Katherine on top of him. He broke the kiss off so he could breathe (pesky need for air after all) and stared at her, suddenly feeling very warm.
"So..." he whispered, the want undisguised in his voice, "just this room we paint red. I can live with that." He smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "And something tells me you like being on top," he added, a faint smirk on his face.