The last cord of restraint inside me snaps spectacularly. Before I know it, I’m pushing her back inside the doorway, my hands are in her hair, cupping her cheeks. She reaches up to palm the nape of my neck; our mouths crash together—lips, tongues, teeth. She tastes like champagne and hunger, and I am fucking starving for her. White-hot lust lances every cell in my body. This. This is what I’ve been dreaming about. Finally, I feel like I’ve come home.
