Corin eased into the kiss, his mouth opened and my tongue danced out catching his in a sweet caress. He moaned, heady and deep, drowning out the tinkling bells on our uniforms. I wound my fingers in his hair, tugging gently, pulling him down to the seat.
We slid, my knee parting his legs; I arched on top of him, grinding against his thigh. He exhaled sharply, his erection pressed against me. He had the same problem I did with the damned green jeans. Corin’s hand snaked up under the fabric of my shirt, his fingers exploring my abs and chest, twisting in the coarse hair of my happy trail. I shuddered when his thumb skirted just beneath the waistband of my jeans.