Closer, closer...silently he urges her to come closer to him, because he wants so badly to run his fingertips over the silk, feel the fabric, feel her body beneath his touch. He does not have to beckon her with motions, because she knows what he wants, and she's teasing him with it.

And once she is near enough to him to almost reach, he raises a hand up to what will be her waist level, if she just moves ever-so-slightly closer to him.

"C'mere, my love."