Cecilia had intended on leading him to the couch, but she felt another surge of warmth at his concern. She stepped close to him, having to stand up on the balls of her feet as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm good," she said, quietly. "I'll be honest with you, I'm not really sure what my limits are. But I'm never going to do anything I'm not comfortable with. I'll be careful. If we're trying this, I don't want you to always be worrying about setting me off." She hated that idea, actually. It made a knot form in her stomach just thinking about it. "That's no way to live. Just know that I'll speak up if things start to feel not right."
Her fingers started trailing through his hair again, because apparently she just couldn't help herself. "I'm not going to have sex with you here," she said flatly, smirking faintly. "But I still want to be close to you. And those chairs aren't cutting it for me."