It felt as if she had forgotten how good it felt to have the softness of a man's mouth against hers, that she had forgotten exactly what it was like to have the combination of unyielding flesh and the wet heat caught between two mouths. The platonic definitions of their friendship after that night more than a year before had done nothing to erase the memory of the taste of his tongue, the smell of the dark musk of pheromones that he broadcast when his fingers were on her skin and she clutched at him in return. And still they had become memory and theory rather than the reality of sensation and skin, as they glowed to life then like the desire that clawed its way through her at being so reacquainted with them.
Her laugh at being tugged over suddenly was abbreviated by their self same desire to take kiss after kiss, the sound muffled against her mouth and felt more to her by the vibration of it in her throat.
She moved only to lean her upper body into his, to use him as leverage to allow her to shift herself on his lap to swing a knee over him and settle better astride him. The months of debate, decision and reconsideration faded from thought for the heat that settled in her down to her very bones - as she cupped his jaw between her hands, as she caught his bottom lip between hers and sucked at that soft flesh.