Kytana squealed softly, muffled into the kiss, as he lifted her up off her feet. It was half a thought, as she let go of both the sprinkles and the cake, half a thought that kept them from splattering onto the floor, and instead landing with with a feathers touch. Hands free, her arms circled over his shoulders. Fingers threading into the back of his hair.
On a low deep throated groan, she slowly eased her lips from his. "I think we should probably go inside." She whispered, breathy, wanton. Needy. Pupils blown wide. Heart pounding to the point that she was fairly sure that he could feel it.