Lavender gave a soft moan against his mouth, pleased by his response and curling her legs around him just a little tighter. She arched into his touch, her shoulders pressed firmly against the wall for support. The warmth of his hand reached her even through the cotton of her shirt, though it only satisfied a small part of her craving for him.
She drew her lips from his reluctantly, their noses still touching. "Bedroom," she ordered. Being taken against the wall had its appeal, a knee-trembling, breathless sort of appeal, but right now she wanted to do more than keep her balance.