Katherine moaned when he was on her again, his mouth on hers, his hands on her body. She reached past him, pushing the door shut behind them. It was just the two of them in this room now. Just the way she wanted it.
Hungrily, Katherine captured his mouth again when he was done with the scarf, sliding her hands up his chest until she found the top button of his shirt and undid it. She worked her way down, agonizingly slowly, it seemed, until the front was hanging open and she could, at last, feel his skin beneath her fingertips.