"Stay... till the morning?" Cait was drunk with his smell and the warm that emanated from his body. The way he pulled and pushed from her, back and forth made her needy and anxious. He might just buy something and leave, and though that was the goal most days, she couldn't stand it now. She wanted him him to stay, wanted him... just that, wanted him. "Those are some pretty understanding friends you have."<br/><br/>Her brain was frantically trying to swim against the tide of hormones that flooded in. His words came to her in pieces. What he had said about her leaving? "Oh, no.. I actually live upstairs..." She pointed a few fingers toward the back stairwell that wound its way to her apartment. Why did she tell him that? Normally she would never let someone know how close she was to her store, lest they try to use that information against her. But she had a throbbing desire to tug him up those stairs by the edge of his leather jacket, his eyes and hands perhaps running over her legs and ass as she did.<br/><br/>A shiver ran down her spine at the same time as the temperature rose around them making her long red hair feel hot and heavy against her back and bare shoulders. Even still being so close she raised her arms up, scooping her hair up on top of her head and arched her back so that her small but currently very perky nipples just barely touched and scraped against the fabric of his tee shirt. She parted her lips and leaned even closer to him, pressing up on her tiptoes so her mouth could reach and whisper in his ear. "Do... you want to see?" Her reaching had another purpose, as her arm snaked past him and turned the deadbolt on the door, also setting the business sign to read 'Closed".