Under any other circumstance, he would have gotten smacked and yelled at for dropping her designs as he did. Right now, however, Sophie was being treated to exactly what she'd wanted; drawings could always be re-sketched.
Her purse fell to the floor, her hands were immediately in the thick, dark hair she'd so desperately wanted to experience for herself. Sophie found herself backing into the wall of the car, taking him with her while she teased his lips with her own, her tongue meeting its lover easily and without much complaint. He was a smoker, but she didn't much mind. The taste seemed to blend pleasantly, at least in her mind, with her hazelnut coffee that she'd partaken of during the early evening. A hushed whimper escaped her throat and cut through the heavier breathing as her kiss became increasingly more urgent.
Teeth bit gently at his bottom lip; hands began to journey from his hair down along his neck and chest and dropped little by little with every passing moment. Perhaps at some point, Sophie would scold herself for this moment in time. Everything about him, though, made the want and need course through her body like her own personal brand of heroin. It was hot, and she was completely insatiable.