Hannah let out a startled laugh when he huffed his own quiet laugh and then flipped them over, her hands gripping his shoulders in her surprise, and she leaned in to kiss him firmly, briefly before pushing up again so she could lift her borrowed shirt up and off, tossing it negligently away.
She was glad it was dark in the room, that she didn't have to put effort into keeping her self-consciousness at bay. She could simply enjoy the brush of skin and the heat that simmered between them.
Her hips pushed down against him, a wanton motion that made her cheeks flush deeply, though she ignored it as she leaned in to kiss him again. She didn't want to stop kissing him--why would she when he was so good at it? And she shivered at the way her small breasts brushed against his chest, her nipples tight little buds of excitement begging for attention.