He always made her feel like she was just coming out of being a teenager again. That giddy, almost forbidden pleasure of being with someone, that newness that never seemed to dull with him.

Arousal flared through her, and she found herself gripping him through his clothes, feeling the length of him trapped there while her other hand flicked his fly open. "Too fucking bad to be able to make it upstairs?"

She was pretty sure the answer was yes, which was just fine by her. She leaned in and kissed him, groping him over his jeans before she slipped a hand inside and kneaded him through his underwear.