Wren

Excitement buzzes through me, and warmth floods my whole body. The moment we walk into the elevator, Ezra is on me.

Our lips joined fiercely, tongues searching. He kisses me like a man starved, and I take…and give equally.

My back hits the wall, his hands roam my body, touching, grasping. When his lips latch onto my neck, I gasp for breath.

“Oh god,” I pant, tugging at the soft strands of his hair, as my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He bites, nips, sucks on my neck. “You ...