Ayers's mind was blissfully quieted by the sheet need to kiss Megan properly, intensely. She was just as sweet, her mouth molding to his, and his tongue was bold in adding to the kiss. A small moan escaped his lips into hers, and his hand on her shoulder pulled her closer, even as his other began moving.
Down her face, to her side, Ayers was pulling her closer, wanting her to be that much closer to him. He didn't much care who might see them, snogging like this; he wanted her on his lap. He was starving for this physical contact and she was a cool drink of water to his thirsty psyche.