Kyle can't talk- won't. He wants to lose himself in the moment without having to think about what he's doing or why. His hands move, one down around her ass to pull her leg up against his side, fingers firmly grasping her thigh. The other hand searches for the edge of her shirt, dipping beneath the hem to slide along her skin at her back. His lips find hers again, urgent and wanting, as he breathes into her, his body already excited for the progression his mind may not allow.