I bury one hand in the soft curls behind her neck as we come together in a hard, clashing kiss that’s all deep, sliding tongues, grasping hands, and shuffling feet as we move inside. “I tried to stay away,” I say against her mouth, my breath ragged and strained. We can’t get close enough. “I tried to want you to.” Her fingers knot in my hair, tugging just right. “But it’s no use. I was calling you when you knocked.” I pull back to search her eyes. “Yeah?” “Sorry.” She really looks it too. “Not sorry,” I growl. And then we’re kissing again, harder, hotter.
