The floor was just fine. Eve fell slowly backwards without resistance, welcoming Jack's body as it pressed on hers. If her eyes hadn't already been closed, she would've shut them now as another shiver shot down her spine caused by Jack's touch again.
She put both her arms under his and pulled them upwards so she could place both her hands on the back of his shoulders while her arms felt his torso; this time, however, she did not pres her nails against his skin, merely traced her fingers over it.
Her tongue rolled around in his; he tasted like coffee and it was so good she smiled. Eve wasn't keen on removing her clothes all that fast, but she liked it that at least her t-shirt had rode up enough that she could feel Jack's abdomen against hers.
Eve brushed her feet on his, too, without realizing it, merely feeling that even her toes were touching something quite heavenly.