Savannah suppressed the shiver that ran down her spine as his fingers moved over her back. She was ticklish; making out had always been a bit of a challenge for her. But there was a side-effect to that ticklish side. As the chill took hold of her, her body involuntarily pressed against his. Her nipples, already flushed and hard with her passion, brushed against his chest as her top came away.
Like CJ, she wasn't terribly worried about where it landed.
She could feel his hardness, pressing against her from the other side of his jeans, teasing and awakening her own passions. Smoothly, she sent her hands downwards. Her fingers slipped under his waste band, finding it already, of course, unbuttoned.
Savannah didn't want to interrupt the kiss again. Their tongues writhed against each other, dancing in response to their passion. Instead, she reached for his hands and guided them to her breasts.
When he was ready, she was sure, those jeans would come off...