He didn't witness any of it - the kiss or her retreat, as his eyes were closed as well. Through his mind's eye, Brian saw and felt the whole ordeal. His lips ached for hers to make contact again, despite the lingering feeling of their touch on his. To him, it was a yin and yang situation, and he'd never felt more in touch with his sister before.
He sighed out the breath he'd been holding with an enormous amount of contentment, but there was a desperation keeping hold over his chest. His arms and hands moved over Betsy - her neck, back and legs, making sure to keep her close. She wasn't going anyplace - not any time soon. Brian still felt whispers of her touch over his head and neck and he hugged her close and breathed in the smell of her, letting all of it soak in - feeding his craving for more. His hands finally found a resting place on either side of her dear head and he leaned forward until their lips met again, and he kissed without fear, drawing it out until the connection became overwhelming.
All ten of the Brit's fingers slid back into Betsy's hair and he caressed her head while keeping her face close to his, and when he drew back for a breath, he opened his eyes and watched her lovely face. He placed darting kisses on each of her cheeks, then another hard peck on her lips before rubbing his thumbs in massaging circles of farewell to her locks. They quickly moved down to support her behind again, and he moved to sit up, partially, propped on the pillows. "I can't believe this," he breathed, watching her eyes. He felt down her thighs and squeezed at the sensitive part where her hips met her legs, teasingly, something he might've done any other day. "What're you thinking?" he wanted to hear her say what she wanted from him, whether it was for him to stop or to ravage her. However, it was almost impossible to tune out the mental and physical signs coming off the gorgeous blond in his lap.