He only grunts a hot chuckle against her skin.

The tenseness in her body, whether it's from being startled or just plain nerves, actually spurs him on. His lips skim her shoulder as the fingers of his other hand comb through her braid, loosening her hair until it falls freely.

He then pulls her away from the door, turning her around so that her back is against the wall -- he's not physically pinning her there, nor is he hemming her in -- he simply looms over her, his hips grazing hers, his hands peeling her camisole off her torso.