When she pulled him backwards, Kevin figured they were going for the stairs, but they hit the wall. Well, she hit the wall. He couldn't say he was complaining about the way it felt to have her pressed against it, every inch of her body against his.
He couldn't resist running his hands over her, sliding beneath the hem of her tight-fitting shirt to touch her skin. She was just as warm and soft as he'd thought she would be under his fingertips, and he groaned softly as he dug his fingers in for her benefit, not really very surprised that she seemed to like it rough.