Marcie reached up to wind her arms around Cathal's neck and kiss him back passionately, and this was exactly what she needed, to lose herself in touching and kissing and sex, focusing on the present instead of letting her mind wander. The wine could happen after, once the edge was taken off. She wanted to see what he looked like under those nicely pressed clothes, and feel his rough hands on her soft skin, and smell the hint of car oil under his cologne.
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