Faith grinned against Pike's lips as she felt him move and bring them both onto the bed. As he freed his arms, she tugged his jacket out from under him and tossed it on the floor. She arched her back against his hand, chocolate eyes closing at the sensation. Her own hands moved so that her fingers slid under the waistband of his jeans, then teasingly slid under his shirt instead. Her nails glided up his chest, leaving faint scratches that they both knew would fade by morning.
She gripped his shirt and gave it a tug. To her surprise, it didn't tear like she wanted it to. Instead of dwelling on that fact, she sat up from the kiss, pulling him up with her, and stripped his shirt off while she straddled his waist.