Jane really didn't need to be drunk for him to make a move on her, but it didn't hurt. Then again, maybe she did have to be drunk. She had already been halfway there by the time he got here and right about now she was feeling pretty damn toasty. And warm. She felt so warm. Though that wasn't just the booze, but also the feel of his fingertips against her skin, making her tingle in an incredibly delicious way. It'd been a very long time since anyone had touched her like that.
His thumb against her heat was met with a soft moan as her eyes closed and she exhaled it in a breath. Jane licked her lips, opening her eyes to peer at the man, boy really if she were to get technical about it, silent for a moment and then she asked, "What are you doing, Noah?" Of course she knew exactly what he was trying to do.