It's a relief when they make it inside the guesthouse, and April grabs straight for Les because he's already thinking of doing the same, of getting his hands on her just as she asks him to do. His need to touch her feels very urgent and consuming as he unlocks the door and they make it inside. He turns just as she comes up against him, sucking in a breath of something close to excitement and even anticipation maybe. "Yeah. Touching you is exactly what I had in mind," he says as her fingers smooth across his stomach. He does as she instructs and drags his hands over the curve of her spine and down to her hips, the thin damp material of her dress sticks to her skin under his fingers.

Up this close, he leans down, pressing his lips against hers in a hungry kiss, walking them forward blindly, dragging sand and water onto the floor from their bare feet. His legs tangle with hers as they move through the room, but he doesn't want to stop kissing her long enough to look where they're headed. All the boxes he's packed line are in the way actually, slowing them down as they bump into a couple on their way towards the bed. As they come up to it, he lets his lips fall away for a moment, long enough to work the dress up her body, where he can get a hand underneath smoothing over her ass and around to the front, slipping his fingers between her thighs. He doesn't know where she wants him to touch her first so just everywhere is the plan.

He gets the other hand cupped around her cheek, pulling her lips back to his, kissing her deeply until he feels breathless from it. He wants to take his time here, but it's difficult to control himself with April, to hold back, to not want her as badly as he does. All he can do is touch her, the way she's asked, the way he wants too...