He let go of her just long enough to shrug off his jacket, then his hand splayed in the small of her back, happy to go as deep into the kiss as she’d let him. The other hand moved up her side, brushing over her breast as it travelled to her hair, so he could thread his fingers into it and hold her head as he kissed her. The heat between them was palpable. Just don’t talk, he told himself. Don’t say something to fuck this up.