That single touch against his jacket faltered slightly, almost as if she wasn't sure she wanted to keep that purchase there. When his mouth connected to hers though, she couldn't help but allow her fingers to close in against his shoulder tighter. That small piece of reality, settled there on him, was just enough for her to use for leverage. It slid her forward on the chair, the slink of her skirt allowing the polish of a wooden seat to give her a bit more ease. There was no resistance for her to fight against, just an easy slide toward him.

Winona's knees brushed against his thigh, that secondary... maybe even tertiary contact, now seemingly less important than the way her hand had snaked away from her own thoughts. It'd found its way up into the short hairs at the nape of his neck, just brushing her thumb against the nape of his neck.

There was no mistaking how Raylan made her feel. The rush of her heartbeat, the way she couldn't help but keep her eyes closed as she keeps their kiss -- all of it just builds up in her mind to something that she always figures can't meet up, but in the end he just overwhelms her.