Good. She shouldn't be worrying, not at this point, but it didn't hurt to check one last time. Leaning forward, she kissed him once more, deeply and fervently, to assuage her interruption. Her hands dropped downwards and found the ends of his shirt; she slipped beneath it and pressed them, finally, to toned and heated skin.

Answering the nudge of his hips with a roll of her own, she tried to keep herself from squirming too much with his hands on her, even if she liked them on her hips. She sighed into his mouth and slid her tongue across his in the meantime, distracting herself with the feel of him and the sounds he was making.