One of the things that isn't going to fall under the category of complaints for her is that tiny groan he makes, stifled and almost barely audible against her mouth, but he's close enough at this point for her ears to be able to pick up on every single sound, no matter how insignificant they might seem in the bigger picture. It is somewhat tricky doing this without the presence of heels on; she feels as though she's lost a small advantage as she adjusts to resting bare feet against the floor, but she's going to find other ways to make up for the height difference, and most of that will come the second she gets him into that bed. She settles for dealing with what clothes she can remove in the meanwhile, her fingertips moving to the buttons on his shirt, undoing one at a time and slowly, as she pulls back to let her lips tease over his again, light and nipping, trying to see just how far she can go before he reels her back in again.