Sophie kissed him like the bar, the noise, the whole damn night didn't exist anymore.
It wasn't tentative or sweet. It was hungry—mouth open, tongue sliding against his, her hands fisting in the front of his jacket like she needed something solid to hold onto.
Ryan's back hit the wall of the narrow corridor with a soft thud, and for half a second he forgot they were twenty feet from the entire team, from a bar full of people.
"Sophie—" he started, but she cut him off with another kiss, deeper, biting his bottom lip just hard enough to make heat shoot straight down his spine.
"Shut up," she whispered against his mouth, smiling. "I can't hold back anymore."
Her body pressed into his—soft tits against his chest, hips rolling once like she couldn't help it.
The corridor was dim, the bass from the main room a low thump through the walls, but it felt like they were the only two people left in the city.
