"That is the Rick James song, Noah. Besides, I haven't done anything." She sing songs, voice going a little more breathless with each touch of his lips. It's the hormones, man. She used to be so much better at resisting him, or at least pretending she wasn't interested...or that she wasn't so freakin' desperate for it.

Of course now, (much to Noah's delight, probably) he really barely has to work for it. His lips touched her back again and she sighed, arching a little.