Her pulling made him press so tight against her there was practically nothing left to the imagination anymore. The fact that she wasn't pulling away or stopping meant she was okay with this too and given their circumstances, he understood why. Completely.

One of his palms slide up along her back until brushing against her damp, undone hair, fingers running through the strands gently. He couldn't stop the sigh that left his nose and the slight parting of his lips, gently easing the kiss to more than soft pecks, a sense of urgency within him he had not felt until now, with a million emotions rattling inside his mind and heart.