Hey, if he didn't tease a little he wouldn't be the scoundrel she likes so damn much. Though it's hard to be very amused by the way her face falls. And here he'd thought he might be moving too quickly if he'd kissed her there.

He touches her arm, lets his fingertips trail over her hand until he can grasp the bottle, eyes on her until the moment he has to look down at what he's doing. Though with the heat of her hand against his leg, he's ridiculously tempted to say the hell with it, drop the bottle, probably make an enormous mess, and get on with kissing her.

But he doesn't. The cork comes loose with a soft pop, and he hands the bottle back.