“Come on. Let’s get you warmed up,” Harrison said, his hand sliding across my lower back.
A current shot through me.
My breath sucked in.
My head whipped over.
And he wasright there.
My skin tingled with memory.
Seeming to sense the change, Harrison’s free hand rose, gently tucking my hair behind my ear.
Then, when I didn’t pull away, his fingers lingered, slid down my jaw, and slipped behind my neck.
His warm hand on my cool skin made another, different kind of shiver course through me.
My gaze held his, watching the intent there just a second before his head tilted and his lips met mine.
He kissed me like he meant to brand me with it. It was all heat and want and promises.
He kissed me like he had something to prove.
I decided to let him.
My hand slid up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt collar. His arm snaked around me, tightening around my back, and pulling me flush to his chest.
I melted into it all: the kiss, the desire, him.
My lips parted on a moan, and his tongue slipped inside to sweep over mine. Slow at first, then hungrier as I whimpered.
My arms slid around his neck, pulling him tight.
Then we were moving.
Harrison walked me backward.
I pressed back against the cool glass of the door as his teeth snagged my lower lip, pulling until a throaty moan escaped my lips.
He broke the kiss, his head dipping to press his lips to my neck.
Little sparks exploded across my skin, each nerve ending poised, waiting for touch.
He was happy to oblige.
His lips kissed, his tongue traced, and his teeth grazed.
My hands were greedy, sliding down over his arms, down his back, sinking into his ass.
Harrison’s hand slid up the back of my neck, fingers slipping into my hair, curling, and tugging until a pain/pleasure sensation teased across my scalp.
At my moan, Harrison shifted closer, the hard demand of him pressing against my stomach.
His lips sucked at my neck as my hand moved down, palming his hardness through his slacks.
He groaned against my lips, his hips rocking against my hand, chasing every brush of my palm.
Then he pushed me back, forcing the door open behind me before slamming me back against the wall in the hallway.
