Caleb jerks me inside, holding me close with one hand, as he shuts the door with the other. Turning the deadbolt, he presses me against the door with his hips, his free hand already reaching up under my scrub shirt, cupping me over my sports bra. I dig my fingers in his hair, biting and sucking on his bottom lip as we kiss. I take in a sharp breath, letting him go as he pinches my nipple over the cotton of my bra. “We’ve got about three and a half minutes,” I pant against his mouth, listening as a room full of tipsy people start singing the first chorus of ‘Sweet Home Alabama’.
