"I want this too," he told her, kissing back. When it broke he nipped at her lip and pulled her in closer, his hands sliding up along her bare sides. "I want you," he told her breathlessly, the need plain in his tone. His hand slid up to her chest and he cupped one bare breast, squeezing it warmly and tightly, gasping at the softness of her flesh. He kissed her harder and rolled slightly on top of her, careful not to get too aggressive or move too quickly. Every gesture and motion was paced and timed, designed to let her allow it to happen rather than force her to concede to it. He wanted her, he wanted her so badly that he ached in places he hadn't known could ache before, in ways he hadn't imagined possible. He kissed her down against the mattress, tongue slipping and twisting against hers as he kissed her deep and full. He rocked against her thigh slowly, dragging his hips along her leg with a deliberate push that caused another low moan to well up out of him and against her mouth. He broke with a deep gasp, cupping her cheek as he looked her in the eye. "Malia," he breathed softly, just to say her name. "Oh, god, Malia..."