Arrick half carries me, half walks me backward from the elevator, mouth glued to mine as he kisses me passionately. His hands are all over me, and things are getting steamier than they have since Leila’s party. He has my hair all messed up and in my face from running his hand through it, using it to tug my head to one side as he angles in. Giving me about the most body-melting kiss known to man. His tongue seems to be doing a whole new thing with mine, and my insides are going to ...