He was more than a little amused when she ended the call and then opened the door with an impressive amount of enthusiasm. The wine bottle was just being raised into view when she grabbed his shirt and pulled him back into her flat. He had so many come backs to that question, but she was kissing him, and that was a far better use of his mouth, he thought. And so he let the backpack slide off his shoulder and dropped the wine bottle on it so it wouldn't break in the fall, and then he pulled her into his arms, his foot kicking back to close the door behind him.
He needed to feel her under his hands properly, needed it as much as he needed his next breath, and so one hand slipped under the jacket he'd bought her, gripping her side firmly as he kept kissing her. His tongue brushed against her lips, seeking to deepen to kiss, wanting to explore every part of her. Fuck, he wasn't sure how he'd had the self control to kiss her good night like that!