For a series of long, drawn out moments it was simply that: their bodies moving against each other, breaths mingling between hot, heavy kisses and her wrists caught in his fingers, pressed together like that.

With her skirt rucked up to her waist, it was easy to scrape the nails of his free hand along the inside of her thighs, to unhook her garter belt from her stockings. He grinned against her mouth.