He was aware though, and it only fed his own desire. Wanting her to feel more, adoring the taste of her skin, her hands in his hair. Only vaguely aware of her hand moving down, but her touch...

Oh he was aware of her fingers and her touch. It brought a growl from low in his throat and chest, entirely primal and pleased. A hint of possession as well, his grip against her rear tighter, and breathing harsher. Pausing, moving his head up to watch her. Blue-eyes still dark, focused on her and wanting--and then he was shifting. Moving to haul her up more against his body, where her legs could wrap around his chest. It brought her breasts up to a perfect height for him to worship.