Whatever tether he had on himself, snapped and he gathered her up in his arms and pressed her back against the glass behind her. His mouth was hard and demanding and a groan sounded in her throat. His tongue pressed on her lips, and she opened them, allowing him to sweep his tongue into her mouth. Her fingertips dug painfully into his biceps and his were still gripping her backside. She reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled, a groan falling from him as he ground his hips into hers.