Kate did whatever was necessary to make that transition a smooth one. Her leg folded in, her arms wrapped around him, clinging as he moved. Then she was on her back on the sofa with him above her. This was just as good--maybe better. Letting him do all the work?
Oh, he could leave hickeys if he wanted to. Kate wasn't about to stop him. Her eyes fell closed at the feel of his lips and one of her hands tangled in his hair again. She shivered at the squeeze, her jeans suddenly feeling rather restricting.
"Oh, Jesus," she breathed, "you're really good at this."