She's slept with other people in Siren Cove and she's enjoyed herself, but even as she has tried to convince herself that this is no different, she knows that isn't true. This means something she really doesn't want to allow herself to focus on and so she arches into the kiss, pressing herself against Les greedily, her hands sliding around his waist and up his back under his shirt. His skin is so warm under her hands and she lets out a soft gasp against his mouth before she pulls back and lets him pull her dress up and over her head. It's damp, lying in a crumpled heap on the floor and she knows exactly how she'll look when she has to walk home, but she doesn't care. This is what she needs.

She needs him.

"God, Les," she murmurs, her breath caught in her throat as his hands roam over her and she has to step back again, long enough for her to lift the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head. She wants him right now, she wants all of him and she presses her body against him tightly, her hand slipping down between them, her palm pressing against his cock through his underwear.