"No, not intruding." She said it as a fact, and couldn't suppress the urge to chuckle, because honestly, after the way he'd kissed her - or, fine, the way she'd kissed him - this seemed so formal. There was something about him, though, that made that suit - she didn't have trouble believing that he'd been caught in those formalities before, not really allowed to enjoy being out of them.
She thought about asking, but those were the types of things men told you when they were ready. Besides, his arm was still around her, and she wanted to take advantage of that before he changed his mind, decided on decorum. So her fingers, still curled in his shirt, tightened again, and she leaned in one more time to kiss him. Not quite as frenzied as the last had been.