He grinned at her, and she blushed. He gripped her knees and leaned in close, kissing her softly on her warm, flushed cheek. "I’ve imagined this, too," he said, "You blush so gorgeously. It travels." He kissed her jaw, her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat. "Tell me something, Granger," he teased, while his fingers moved to undo the button and zipper of her trousers, and he kissed the curve of her chest. "Will you blush when my mouth is on you?"