His hand feels like she would have expected it to, broad and rough against the bare curve of her waist. Molly considers fleetingly that it's been a long time, too long, since anyone else touched her like this, then quickly moves on to considering how much she wants to find out how it feels to have him touch the rest of her. She wants to be utterly incapable of thinking about what she went out tonight to try to ignore. And while she's not really the competitive type, and definitely not looking for anything more here than just a good night of sex, part of her wants to show him a better time than he had earlier, too, and not just in that they won't be interrupted by anyone's fucking parents.

It's a nice little personal challenge for herself. Nice, too, to feel confident enough for a change to think she could manage it.

"Privacy's fucking great, isn't it?" she asks with a low, throaty laugh, her head tipped back to leave her neck exposed for him as his mouth moves lower.