If this were not on a bus, he might gather her up in his lap and lift up her dress so he could run his hands up her lovely legs to clasp her delicious arse in both hands, dragging her in close- but they were on a bus, and people were pointedly not looking at them, and a grandmother with a child had firmly averted both of their eyes out of the window.
He smiled against her lips and kissed her back, until the bus slowed and pulled over, and someone cleared their throat; and he got up, taking her hand to keep her with him as they got off.