He shifted under her and she paused, waited to see if he would push her away. He'd do it gently, apologetic and blushing the whole time, but - he might not want this.

But he only stroked a hand through her hair, carefully unwinding the curls.

She moved just enough to offer another kiss, slightly lower than the last. Her mouth fell open slightly, this time, the barest flicker of tongue across warm skin.