If not surprised, colour her delighted. But also surprised. The thought that he's so bloody tall crosses her mind just as she's getting on her tiptoes, and a mere second later she is off her feet and taller, with the price of being pressed against the wall.

The pressure, and the proximity, and the way he is now pressed against her, her thighs bracketing his hips, steals a little breathy moan from her, against his lips.

The surprise turns into a more urgent need; she melts at the sensation and parts her lips, tasting the seam of his boldly again and hooking her ankles behind his back.