A part of her wondered what in the bloody hell she was doing, while the other part told the first to shut up and enjoy the moment. When he kissed her back, she instinctively deepened the kiss, sliding her hands over his shoulders and around his neck, drawing herself closer to him.
She made a small, whimpering sound at the back of her throat when her bare breasts brushed against his clothing. Her thighs tightened against his as she lifted herself that slightest bit higher to fit snugly against him. By now she was working purely on instinct, and that instinct told her to merge with him as closely as possible.