As far as he was concerned, she wanted exactly what he did. Her moan brought a rush of warmth to his face, turning his ears a bright pink, and he leaned down to brush his lips against her jawline so she wouldn't be able to see. He wasn't embarrassed—not necessarily. She didn't give any indication that she thought him lacking, and in fact seemed to be making all sorts of noises while she squirmed against him in a way that could only indicate her approval. Rather, it was his own inexperience, and how his mind kept repeating over and over again, don't do anything stupid, that made his face go red.

It was hard to focus on his own insecurities for long, however. Like him, she'd taken the liberty of letting her hands wander, and his skin tingled under touch despite the layers of clothes that separated her hands from his chest. He squeezed her tighter and pulled back so he could meet her eyes as she spoke.

In a haze, he wasn't sure how to put into words the lascivious thoughts that swirled through his heard, certain that if he tried to voice them aloud she might turn redder than him—or worse, pull away and tell him it was all too much. Instead, he leaned forward to kiss her again, only pulling back once he'd figured out what to say. "Would you like to see the bedroom?" he asked, his brow arched in a way intended to communicate what he'd left unspoken.

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