The tilting of her hips caused her to rub against his jeans just so and Xander gave a small happy hiss between his teeth. That felt good.

Still just feeling her skin, he returned some of the kisses as he did begin to honestly relax. "My arms? Really?" He glanced down at them and then shrugged. "They're, uh, long?" They had the one distinguishing feature, the cross tattooed on his left arm, another souvenir from his summer in Oxnard.