Not that she cared in the moment; she felt as if she were on fire, as if she were giving her entire being and soul to temptation. The edge of the table bumped into the back of her thighs and she scooted onto it. He stepped between her knees, one hand coming up to cradle the side of her jaw as their lips played against each other. Her skirt rode up her thighs as she pulled harder on his tie, drawing him as close as she could while still clothed. 