She was content to arch against his hands though she never strayed far enough to break away from him. Hawke was practically glued to him, her chest against his, and she could feel every intake of breath. It made her all too aware that she wasn't the only one growing restless, though the kisses were dizzying and electrifying all on their own.

When he pulled away, she stopped to look at him, concerned that he wasn't ready for that sort of reciprocation just yet. Her worry was pointless and she knew it the moment he cupped her face, and she leaned into his touch greedily, kisses more fervent this time. Fingers twined loosely in his hair and she kept him there, close, her mouth on his and her cravings all too evident.