Standing, I gripped the back of her thighs as I lifted her up, allowing her legs to wrap around my waist. Her fingers gently brushed through my hair as the kiss deepened with the hunger and need we both had for each other.

Pushing her against the wall next to my bathroom door, I pinned her there, our tongues battling for dominance. I mentally kept track of every rise and fall of her breath, and her heart seemed to beat a little faster each time I ground myself against her core. She was ...