It is infuriating, especially when Michael only has one hand to work with. He has to hold himself up with his other arm now so he can keep kissing her. Lee's hands travel lower, and that makes things even more difficult, because wow, okay, that's—good, but frustrating. He squirms a little in her grip despite himself.
Michael stops kissing her mouth and moves instead to her jawline, her neck, to the place just beneath her ear. A couple impatient noises issue from him as well. He's pretty sure he's not supposed to touch himself, but Christ, it's all he can think about doing. His fingers curl stubbornly in the sheets, in her shirt.