Steve doesn’t pull away from her neck until his shirt comes up and tugs his chin out of the way. He leans back and lifts his arms up so she can tug it off, and then shakes his hair out as his hands go back to the sip of her waist.

He wants to make a crack about equality and tug hers up too, but he settles for sliding his hands up under the fabric and letting his thumbs glide along her ribs. Her hips roll again and he hisses a little at the friction against his cock, which gave up all hope of not getting hard the second she climbed into his lap.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, lifting one hand to curve it around the back of her neck, pulling her in until his lips brush hers as he speaks. “You’ve been driving me insane.”