The hand on his stomach left behind a delightful trail of heat, shivers, and goosepimples, and she hummed her appreciation at the sensation. Somehow the quivers made him feel like melting in the best of ways. He groaned as she opened her mouth to him, deepening the kiss, tasting and savouring.
A hand in her hair combed through it gently and down her neck to play with the deep V of that silver shirt she was wearing, teasing the faint curves of her breasts that could be touched and felt without shoving it completely to one side like he wanted to.
He was just slipping one hand inside the fabric when she murmured against his lips. Kay blinked and took a second to let the meaning of the words sink in. Lips curved up in approval—as much as he wanted now, it would be more pleasant indoors and perhaps on a bed. Yes, that would be good.
“Sounds good to me,” he said agreeably, levering himself to his feet (not even wobbling on the damned heels, not even though he was yes, a bit tipsy, bordering on slightly intoxicated), and reached down to pull Natalie up.
For a moment Kay stood very close, head tilted and mouth tantalizingly close to hers. It felt incredibly intimate, and something inside him relaxed while other things tightened with anticipation. Dark eyes close and for a moment he enjoyed the feeling, cheek touching cheek for just a second or two before withdrawing. One hand hooked playfully in the belt loop of her jeans. “Lead the way,” he said.