He was succeeding, at least if Kate's equally eager responses were anything to go by. She followed his lead smoothly, giving him back what he was giving to her.

Idly, she considered pushing up against him, but there were better ways to keep him pressed against her. Like sliding her hands to his back, and dragging her nails over his shirt, hard enough for him to feel that despite the fabric.

It didn't have to be his birthday for her to do that.