Upstairs was a good idea, but with his hand tangled in her hair and his lips pressing urgently against hers, it also seemed really far away. There were plenty of other surfaces that were much closer within reach. Take, for example, the wall that Chas knew was just a few feet behind her.
Parting her lips hungrily against his, she used the hands she had fisted into his shirt to pull him with her as she moved backwards, stopping only when she felt her back pressed firmly against the wall. And then her full attention was on him again as she dragged his lower lip through her teeth, biting down before pressing her lips to his again.