Her smile softened, her free hand reaching up to trace lightly up and down his arm. The move, the feeling it elicited, tore through him and before he could over think it any more, his hand was cupping her chin, bringing her face up to his, and his mouth was on hers. The kiss was slow, tentative, and a little awkward given their respective positions. He shifted, turning until he was on his knees, guiding her back against the pillows until he was hovering over her, elbows resting on either side of her head.