A deep growl hung in the back of his throat at the feeling of her nails running up and down his back. From the very subtle touches, she was managing to bring on goosebumps on his arms. If she was not careful, he was going to take full advantage of her very shortly.
He maneuvered them so that her back was pressed hard against the cold aluminum of the nearest lavatory stall. His lips crushed against hers, tongue forcing its way past her lips. The feeling of her leg slowly moving upward against his own was an encouragement for him to continue, as was that ridiculously enticing hum.
His free hand loosened its grip on her wrist before pushing greedily up her shirt. He reveled in the feeling of her breasts under the calloused skin of his hands. He wanted to do so many unspeakable things to her at the moment that he wasn't sure where to begin.
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