Illya drew her in until her body was pressed to his. His hands were much less well-behaved here than they had been on the beach, roving quickly down her back and grasping her ass. Gaby was still, unfortunately, too short, and both of them had to crane their necks to kiss as feverishly as they wanted to. He fixed this by picking her up off of the ground, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.
She was a slight thing, and thus nothing for him to lift. He’d have thrown her over his shoulder and dragged her to the bedroom if he didn’t want to seem like a Neanderthal.