She lifts her arms long enough for him to strip the shirt off her, and god damn she's glad she took her bra off when she got home and changed. She slips her hands between them, greedy fingers working the buckle of his belt.

She grins against his lips, stealing more kisses, breathing his breath, his own excitement fueling hers, like pouring gasoline on a bonfire.

"I'm the lucky one," she breathes.