Almost like he read her mind, his hands slide higher under her shirt, cradling her waist and pressing warmly into her skin. He misses the pace from earlier in the snow, but he also knows that's not how he wants to do this. Not if it's her first time.

"I am not going to rush. I know you probably want to, but it's not going to be any fun if I do not warm you up first." Figuratively? Literally? Both?? He kisses her again, then carefully pulls her undershirt up and over her head, leaving her torso in only a breast band and her mother's crystal hanging around her neck. His hands settle back at her waist, and he waits a moment to gauge her mood, what to do next. "I know you also wanted to make use of your rug, but I think the bed is better. This time."

He is all about the rug another time though.