Harley's moan got muffled against his mouth. She shifted, just a little, to echo another thing from earlier: getting her legs around him. Not in a way that would stop him from doing whatever he felt like, but in a way that got them that extra little bit more entwined and interlocked.

(Remember how weirded out he'd acted around the idea of her hugging him?)

Oh, and it didn't take one of her hands very long to slide around to his back, either. A demonstrative drag of her nails soon followed.