His head dropped to his arm, next to hers as he took in deep breaths, trying to slow his galloping heart, "Don't," he said, as his free hand went to run through her hair, stroking the silky locks as he gazed at her face with utter affection, complete devotion.
"I am not going to rush you on this," he said, as his pulse began to slow, the need starting to be more controlled. She was still pressed against him, and he found himself more reluctant to pull back from her; he ached for this physical contact with her. But he did just that, having too much respect for her to make her feel uncomfortable or pressured into something she didn't want to do, "It's okay. We can take as much time as you need," he said, sounding as if he was fully in control of his senses and his emotions.
She had no notion how far she had tempted him, or how far she'd set his mind to spinning, "You feel so incredibly amazing, Hannah," he said softly, "If I were a cad, I would do worse things to you here, beach or no beach," and he leaned up to kiss her mouth again, long and lingering. He pulled back with a grin, "But I am no cad. And you deserve the best."