Sweeney's caught up in the kiss, and he doesn't realize what she's doing until she's done it. The feel of her skin makes him inhale sharply, as if threatening to pull the breath from her mouth.

It takes him only a moment to understand, and the devious grin sets back in. He shifts his hand and shoves up against her. Not in her but roughly enough to urge her on her toes.

"Who says ya won't do it when we get there?"