He gives her hair a light tug immediately -- mostly in play, but it's not like he doesn't like everything that's going on right now. He eases up again with a smirk a moment later, but the next time she rolls her hips like that and knocks the breath right out of him, his hand tightens quickly again.

He's learning where the scars are, finding them by feel as well as by sight, but it's mostly so he knows how to hold her comfortably, where and how to touch, what she does or doesn't like. He lingers more on the soft, untouched places -- running his hand up over the flat of her stomach, mapping the curve of her breast with his palm.