[There's absolutely no doubt in her mind about his wanting her--or about how much she wants him just as badly. She squirms as she tries to stretch higher, one of her knees lifting up for a moment--if she hadn't pushed him against the door, she could've wrapped her legs around him and made this easier--and, failing that, she just keepings pouring all her energy into the kiss: letting her tongue explore his mouth, sucking on his lower lip, everything she can think of.]
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