When she sunk, his arms were ready to wrap around her to heft her fully against him so that her body splayed fully across his torso. His wandering hands slid lower, following the dip of her spine until his fingers gripped the soft globes of her ass. His hips lifted as his hands pulled her in close. His voice hummed in satisfaction against her mouth when he felt the reluctance flow from her body – at least momentarily. Though the moment she pulled her mouth away from his, he had to fight the urge to drag her face back down to his for more. Feeling her pull, his hands roved back up her back, tracing the curves of her hips and waist while dragging the hem of her shirt up with the pull of her fingertips until it snagged where their bodies melded. His hands still trailed between her shoulder blades, resting there as she slid up his torso to look down at him. From there they dropped back down to rest on her hips.<br/><br/>He angled his head to meet her eyes directly, probing, but he wouldn't have to dig too far to understand the look that mirrored back at him from above. The bitter twist of his own mouth clarified his understanding, punctuated by the sigh that moved his chest. Only it wasn't condescension that wrote itself on his features when she fumbled with her confession, her body doing the rest of the work that her mind was struggling with. His head nodded, but his hands were the ones that ran right back up her back and pressed her back down to rest against his chest. One hand disappeared under the blonde mane of hair to cradle her scalp, using it as leverage for him to move her head close to his lips.<br/><br/>“I want you to stop thinking about all the<i>what ifs </i>and<i>so whats. </i>Clear all of what's running around in that head of yours, Lane Barnes – it really doesn't matter.” He didn't mean to exasperate the toil of emotions she was warring with, but his mouth acted on its own when he hooked his lips along the curve of her ear until his teeth tugged gently on the lobe. Releasing, his mouth nuzzled back up against the shell of her ear. “What you're going to think about instead is what do<b>you </b>want to happen? Fuck all the weird that just came crashing down around you these past few days. Actually, fuck everything that I've told you about anything. I want you to tell me what you want, barring no baggage, no crazy, no complications. Because at the end of the day that's all that should matter to you.”<br/><br/>What he didn't tell her was that he had already made up his mind to keep her around. Like the selfish ass he was, no matter what sort of fuckery that spouted from his mouth, the girl was<b>his</b>. The hand in her hair moved down to the nape of her neck and tightened, turning her head so that when he bowed his own, his teeth scraped against her throat to the side of her neck, followed up by the glide of his mouth. Smiling against her skin, he pulled his head back up and caught her lower lip between his teeth to give it a tug and lifted his eyes to meet hers.<br/><br/>“And then I want to tell me what it is you need from me to make you realize that whatever asshole in your life that has caused you to hide away your confidence is gone and that it can come out of hiding.” He said this when his mouth pulled back again and his head hit the pillow underneath him. He still gripped the back of her neck with his other hand once more wandering down to her bottom to give it a squeeze.