From here. "That's just how I am," he answered with a playful grin, tugging at her hips until she was straddling his lap again from where he sat on the edge of the bed. He skimmed his hands up the sides of her torso, lifting the edges of her shirt up but only barely, softly over the curve of her breasts to find her neck, fingers carding through her hair, and pulling her down for another kiss.
I instinctively press into his hands as I settle down in his lap, some unintelligible sound escaping me. Mouth opening, I immediately set out to deepen the kiss, my arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. I pull back after a moment and I say, "Well, then. It's a shame I missed out on Valentine's Day."