No, they couldn't have the loss of contact. We're not even sure that Stiles, at this point, would allow something like that. Not when he's practically hovering over her now. That arm wrapped around her as if to keep her in place, the demanding kiss dragging a moan out of her.

When he breaks away from the kiss and untangles himself, she lets her eyes trail down over him. A blush creeping on her cheeks when he's done getting rid of her shirt. Leaving her in only her bra and panties.

She doesn't realize just how much of the wolf she's managed to wake up, nor does she care. Instead, she grabs a hold of Scott to pull him back down to her and kisses him. Making sure to arch her body up against his as she does.