Slowly, and without breaking their kiss, he guided Hermione to lay back on the bed and once again moved between her legs. His tongue massaged hers as his hands slid down her stomach and then under the thin fabric of her camisole. Long fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts and she gasped into the kiss, so he did it again. Parting, reluctantly, from her lips, he began peppering kisses down her neck as he removed her shirt and discarded it off the side of the bed. Leaning backward, he stared down at her naked form below him.