He wants to say something, wants to tell her so that she knows she's incredible, amazing. But he's drowning in her and he's worried any words are just going to snap them out of this haze they continue to fuel by giving in to each other's touch. He can barely curb a shudder from the sensation of her fingers in his hair, and his mouth finds hers again, hungry and wanting, his hands anchoring low on her hips as he pulls them into his.