Safe. That was how she felt with him above her. Safe and wanted and, as his teeth gripped one of her nipples, hungry. She made a soft whining sound in the back of her throat and then decided to reward him. She slid her hands down his body and started gently tugging his shorts down. She couldn't push them all the way down, but it was enough to let him know that she was ready to have them off, even if she hadn't completed his end of the deal yet. It was enough that she could have him pressed hard against her, skin to skin. It was almost as good as having his hands on her.

And why hadn't his hands come back?

When he moved to the other nipple, she grabbed for his hair and decided that she wasn't really ready to care, yet. Instead, she arched against him, encouraging him without words.