[Thumbs hitched into his jeans, he sidles out, the night air cool and inviting.

There's a greater sense of adventure when wrestling each other down in a car what with the high possibility of passers-by pricking their ears and pasting their faces to the windows. The very idea sends a frisson of arousal through him.]

Heh, honestly, I get the feeling we wouldn’t make it to the room before our clothes go flying and we jump at each other like rabid dogs. [Or maybe that's just how restless he can be.]