They really should, but she was so distracting. Not that he minded, following her lead to deepen the kiss. Sharing breath, tasting each other, a low sigh of contentment as she combed through his hair. But with no lessening of the heat between them, and the want he was starting to feel. Hoped she was starting to feel too.

For more touching, more kisses... More skin against skin and soft sighs and low whines and moans. Guiding their joined hands, against his ribs and then along his back, down his waist, to his hip.

A less than subtle hint for more, as flesh met sturdy but tight fabric.


Then squeezing, before moving his hand to her own hair in turn. Both of them, gentle as he pulled her own hair tie out.