Bobbi kissed him back eagerly, tugging at her shirt and tossing it uselessly to the floor. Every movement had a frantic, hurried quality to it, like if she hesitated for a moment the rational part of her mind would spring to life and she'd get cold feet. But then again, how could she get cold feet when everything felt so good? She didn't want to think about it. Instead she focused on how pleasant his hands felt on her body. Absently, she let out a heavy sigh and bit playfully at his throat, murmuring some sort of encouraging plea to him.