He stumbles backwards, actually surprised for once. He thought she was going to dry off and calm down and...hell, who cares? She's doing this, and he's OK with it.

'Blimey, Bolly.'

He sits back on the crumpled quilt, and braces himself on straight arms. She's coming at him far stronger than he expected, but it's more arousing than annoying. It helps that she looks ruddy gorgeous when she's all wet, and naked, and with roaming hands.