Grateful

Esme and Gabriel's bodies were flushed against each other, her back against the tree, her hands in his hair as their kiss deepened, and she sighed, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth and stir more desire in her body. Gabriel's hands roamed from her hair to groping her backside and sliding his hands under her hoody to caress her breasts over the top of her bra. He slid her leather jacket off her shoulders, and she raised her hands, parting their lips for him to pull her hoody over her head and flinging it to the side.