"Get out of here" was a relative term. We made it as far as the bathroom, crashing into an empty stall, our lips locked together. I moaned, licking into the corner of her mouth.

Rohan had left me with a simmering need that my new vibrator couldn't satisfy, erotic dreams that I couldn't escape, and a desperate yearning that frequent underwear changes couldn't accommodate. I craved the glide of skin on skin, fingers plunging, and the taste and feel of lips on mine.

Kissing ...