He smelled amazing, like grease and pheremones and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue dancing along his lower lip. She whimpered loudly, tangling her fingers in his hair and tugging gently, walking backward with him so they could lean against a wall. She'd worried about him most of the day, afraid for how he was dealing with things, afraid he'd shut her out, but they'd both just been stressed.
Her fingernails ran lightly down his back, and she lowered her lips to his ear, nibbling gently before biting down more firmly on his neck. He tasted like salt, and she groaned, taking one of his hands and moving it between her legs. She rocked against him, needy, wanting him to hurry up and take charge.