Her pulse is fast, but it's all the thrill of the moment. He was always good at making her pulse race when he happened to be particularly charming, and it was annoying because he knew damn well what he was doing, but to let herself give into it now is ridiculously liberating.

She thinks she would reach back and do him the favor of removing her bra so he can let his hands wander some more, but she remembers she's in a sports bra. Of course. Oh, well. The hand that isn't in his shirt tips his face back up, so she can kiss him again.