When she bit her lip, he could feel the electricity, feel the warmth of desire and arousal winding their way down his spine. Her hands were starting to slowly drive him mad, her fingers on his skin, finding every mark of his life with her delicate touch. Kissing her was suddenly a necessity, something he wasn't going to stop doing until he really felt satisfied, but he could hold back.

And hold back, he did. His fingers kneaded at the skin of her thighs, sliding inward slightly more with every passing moment, but he didn't let himself take any huge steps. She was in control, and he liked that enough to let it stand.