He was addicting. She didn't know what it was- the contrast between the sweet guy she saw and the rich playboy maybe?- but she could not get enough of him. While Alice enjoyed messing around, she didn't typically feel needy and certainly not addicted. It took her time to get attached. The feel of his teeth made heat shoot down her spine and she kissed him harder, struggling not to push things too quickly. She wanted to enjoy this, savor it.
His hands on her body certainly weren't helping that goal though. Her leg slid so she straddled him, giving her more leverage for the more demanding kiss. The hand not supporting her moved along his exposed torso, soaking in the heat of his skin and learning the contours of his body.