He leans his head back with a moan as he feels her nails scrape his abs, wanting them to go deeper, mark him, and he's glad to be rid of his shirt when she practically rips it from his chest. He's thinking about taking her on the couch but there's more space on the floor and frankly his bedroom is too far away so he makes a decision. "Floor." With her straddling his lap, it's easy to lift her up and he's kneeling on the floor, lowering her onto her back. "Off. Now," he pulls at her dress.