Lucy had tried admirably not to let herself want more, but that was a difficult task when he was initiating contact like that and then pulling back. Without detaching her mouth from his, she reached out with a free hand to catch his wrist, holding his hand where it had been against her skin, propping herself up against the bed with her other. Even if he didn't want anything more, a little touching couldn't have been anything to protest. He'd been the one to start it, after all. If he didn't want to go past that, they could stay as they were and she wouldn't have had a problem, but it was at least close to an invitation to go farther, if he wanted to.