He wouldn't be the one to protest, that much was for certain. It was invitation enough for him. Breaking his wrist free of her grasp, Ryan slipped his hand beneath the fabric, smoothing over her skin to her waist. The position was all wrong. It kept them too far separate. He had half a mind just to pull her into his lap, but instead he edged backward, further onto the bed, tugging her after him, closer. His balance less precarious, he was free to lift a hand to the back of her neck, where it rested just a moment before sliding down her back. As he deepened the kiss, parting her lips with his own, his hand beneath her shirt traveled higher, teasingly slow.