Tangling one hand in the fall of her hair, he splayed the other against her back, holding her to him almost possessively, his nails pressing into her skin, though not nearly hard enough to leave any mark. His heart was pounding in his ears from the unexpected thrill of rediscovery, drowning out all conscious thought so that he was acting on pure, basic instinct, his hips grinding deliberately against hers in a smooth, rolling motion, testing the waters without stopping to actually ask.