"I dunno," Harold replied, his skin tingling as her lips brushed over him, "After a week, you might want to wring my neck!" His tone was light and conversational, but his breathing was increasing steadily as she touched him, and rather horrifically embarrassingly Harold found himself getting hard. Thank god for covers!
Her little hint at deepening the kiss couldn't be refused though, and Harold happily parted his lips and let his tongue meet hers. He made a small noise as they kissed. His own hand was still tracing the skin on her thigh. He moved it back up and under her shirt, following the curve of her side.