She wasn't sure what he was referring to, the heat in the room, the fact that she was completely naked, or something else entirely. He wasn't in a rush to explain himself either. What use were words when actions could be infinitely more pleasurable? As if to prove his silent point, the wizard lined his hips up with hers. Both of them were practically panting and they hadn't even really gotten started. With a gentle squeeze to the back of each of her thighs, Hermione opened herself to him, a silent pleading in her eyes to not torture her any longer.