His pulse quickened when she took her shirt off, too. His arms slid around her tight, pulling her flush to his front, skin to skin. He kissed her as deeply as he could, his head tilting, tongue pushing past parted lips to flick across her teeth and against her own tongue. His hands dropped to her hips and he rocked against her hard, pulling her into the movement, holding nothing of his desire or passion back. He was hard against her, his body responding to his need readily, and when the kiss broke his breath was hot. "Good," he murmured softly, squeezing at her hips. "Trust is key. I trust you, and you trust me." He rocked against her again, groaning low and hard, eyes closing as he pressed in against her. "I want to show you everything. Everything, Malia, everything and anything," he murmured, bending his head to nip and kiss her neck, his hips rocking a third time.