She hadn't been fast enough, or firm enough, or -- Karl was intent on ignoring whatever she said in order to plow through regardless of what she thought. And that was probably something she should be upset about.
But his kiss was like iron striking flint. The spark it lit deep within her burned away all of her reservations, and as desire flared it demanded a response.
Alyssa slid her hands over his chest and up his neck, and framing his face she brought his mouth firmly against her own. She slanted her lips against hiss at a differently angle, stepped forward to push her body close against his --
and if she had any plan for extracting herself out with a 'Happy New Years' it was quickly lost in the wealth of sensation, the scent of his skin, and the slide of his lips on hers.