Huge difference.

Arwen's squeal was at once muffled when Aiden tilted her chin upward before capturing her lips in another kiss that was anything but teasing. It was deep, intense, and filled with a kind of passion that left her breathless yet craving more.

Her heart raced and she melted in his embrace as her hands instinctively pressed against his bare chest. 

Aiden's hands trailed down her waist, caressing in the same sensual way Arwen had memorized last night. 

His intentions were clear and the hunger in his gaze were perfectly matching his action. But just as the moment threatened to spiral into something more. Arwen pulled away, her cheeks flushed and her breathing unsteady. 

"No, husband," she murmured, placing her hands firmly on his shoulders to create some distance between them. "We are not doing this again. Not now, at least."