It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was fire and fury, teeth clashing, lips bruising. She shoved at his chest, but it only brought her closer. His hands slid to her waist, gripping, pulling.

She moaned against his mouth before she could stop herself.

The sound broke whatever self-control either of them had left.

He pressed her back against the wall, kissing her harder, deeper. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him down to her. Their bodies collided, heat sparking everywhere they ...