Whether or not he got the message didn't quite matter. He trusted Lucy to let him know if he went too far, and until she did, if she did, he meant to keep going. He had no problem waiting, if that was what she wanted, if that was what was needed, but he sure as hell wasn't going to wait a moment longer than that, not if the moment was right. What he needed then was to keep touching her, keep feeling her beneath his hands, beneath his mouth, beneath him. Easing her down onto the bed, onto her back, Ryan leaned over her, his weight on one arm, a leg between both of hers. A little more certain of where he stood now, he let his hand slide higher, tracing between them as he kissed her, all his movements more relaxed now. As long as he could hold out, he intended to take his time and enjoy this.