His ability to so easily remove the garments that she wore and stood in his way was likely directly related to how much he enjoyed the revealing of what was beneath them. He had never been burdened with an abundance of shame and he had no shame in openly admiring the woman he loved, in any state of dress, or in this case, undress.
He loved her voice when it sounded that way. It meant she was feeling exactly how he was feeling, and it was all the more desirable for that reason. Deep and husky, and full of promise regardless of what she was saying. Sliding his hands back to her hips, he shifted her back, helping her off his lap so he could stand as well. Because as she'd said, he wasn't opposed to the kitchen himself, but the bed was infinitely more comfortable, and it was clear neither one if them was particularly interested in stopping any time soon. "You're right about that." His voice had a tone not dissimilar to her own when he answered.
Both standing now he took her hand, leading her without preamble down the short hall to their room, closing the door behind him. You could never discount Much just stopping by without any prior warning, after all. And that wasn't going to end well for any of them. As soon as it clicked shut his hands were on her again, sliding down her arms as he kissed her deeply, before his mouth moved to trail a long line of kisses down her neck. She'd said the bed specifically, but here was close enough.