In an instant, his lips had closed the distance to claim hers, cold and smooth against hers, yet also rough and demanding at the same time. With one arm, he reached up to pin both of her arms to the headboard above her head, while the other began its journey over the swell of her breasts, kneading it for a moment before trailing down the curves of her waist. Lower and lower his hand wandered until he found the end of the light fabric of her nightgown, hiking it up in one swift move.