Well if he hadn't, he needed both hands to hold her and that was just no fun. He'd never done this at a library either, because most chicks were boring and preferred a bedroom, and he didn't usually frequent these places. Maybe he ought to start.
It was fun, and all, to have Ella pressed against the bookshelves, groaning at his touch, but this wasn't all that feasible given that she was hurt and the bookshelves and books weren't exactly fixated. They did not need a domino-like bookcase tumble to happen right now.
Matt looked behind him, sure he'd seen a sort of desk nearby somewhere. There it was. He removed his hand from under Ella's skirt and held her close again, moving her to the table. Ah, this was better. Not exactly common either, it was someone's desk.
He pushed Ella a little on her back, holding her neck, and resumed what he was doing under her skirt. He touched her neck with the tip of his tongue, teasing, before kissing her hungrily again. Maybe it was that she was going commando under such virginal hippie-type clothing, or the place where they were, or even all of the above; Matt was getting very, very turned on.