Without breaking the searing connection of his gaze, I lift my pinky, intertwining it with his. As soon as the promise is made, he yanks me forward, fusing his lips to mine in a kiss that’s so intense, my knees almost give out. But he’s right there, lifting me off my feet and carrying me toward the stairs. I wrap my legs around his muscular waist, locking my ankles as tightly as I can because I’m dying for any kind of friction I can get. But before the haze of desperation fully clouds my head, rational thought pushes its way to the forefront.
