We’re both panting, kissing hard when I flinch at the hard, stone surface against my back as he presses his body against me. Having backed me into the house wall, it seems to free the animal in me without warning. As though every thought and objection dissipates, all I have is a burning desire engulfing me. My fingers carelessly rip at his bow tie and push his buttons open at his neck, discarding it with no care about where it lands. Arrick moves from my mouth to my neck, trailing nibbles ...