Teeth and Leather

His hand finds the hem of her shirt, callused knuckles dragging up her stomach as he deepens the kiss until she's gasping against his tongue. The metal seat digs into her thighs, but she doesn't care—she fists his jacket and pulls him closer, her other hand sliding down the front of his jeans. He breaks the kiss with a low growl, forehead pressed to hers, breath ragged, and says her name like a question she doesn't want to answer.