Anna's POV:

The wind tugged at my skirt as Alexander pulled me tighter against the rooftop door, his mouth crashing down on mine. His tongue pushed deeper, stroking, claiming, while his hands roamed under my blouse, palms hot against my skin. A low moan slipped from my throat before I could catch it, my hips pressing forward on their own.

He broke the kiss just enough to growl against my lips. “I want to fuck you right here, Anna. Right now. The risk makes ...