She's relieved he has zero restraint and the lack of patience in waiting until they get to her cabin says that his desire for her isn't going anywhere. Thank god, because the way he claims the kiss from her has her practically reeling in want right then and there.

There was only one thing on her mind and that was being with him again.

Laura drapes an arm around one shoulder and frames half his face in her free hand, deepening the kiss while her legs wrap around him. If the jacket is dropped and forgotten about in the hallway because he could think of other places to put his hands, she wouldn't care. The beauty of free higher-end clothing meant she could shop for a new one whenever she wanted.

"God, you taste so fucking good," she murmurs, pulling back enough to stare at his mouth and lick the taste of liquor and cigarettes off her bottom lip with her tongue.