Hand on his chest, she urges him back, wants them down on the bed. Wants him on top of her, really. She's hoping he knows he doesn't have to be gentle, but she'll have no problem making it clear if he doesn't.

"I want to touch you," she whispers against his lips. Breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. His mouth is addictive in a way she hadn't expected and he tastes even better than he looks which is really saying something because he looking like a friggin work of art. If he really is her angel, she must have done a lot more right than she would have thought.