My savior closes the final distance. Raises his hand. Lets his thumb trail along my bottom lip.
It’s the only moment made of tenderness.
In the next second, his lips crash down on mine like a storm and my arms wrap around his neck.
I can feel his hands on my back, before they slip down, squeezing my ass and hoisting me up around his waist.
He turns and carries me to the bathroom counter. He sets me down on the marble, right between two sinks.
My body registers how cool the marble is, but it’s extinguished almost immediately by the heat of his hands.
They rake across my skin, leaving trails of fire that somehow find their way between my legs. I can feel his c**k pressed up against my thigh and it makes me moan.
Desire—that’s what I feel with this stranger.
The kind I had always assu
