My breath hitched. I didn’t even realize we were already standing in front of their cabin door.
He slowly let go of my hand. “Inside my room. Now.”
He opened the door slowly. As I entered, my eyes scanned the room, searching for Nicole. “She’s not here,” he said.
I turned to look at him—only to be met by his lips.
Our bodies collided, his arms wrapping tightly around me as he pulled me closer. I could barely breathe.
Fuck. Am I hallucinating?
His tongue dove deep into my mouth, swirling, claiming, overpowering. I couldn’t keep up with his pace. My knees gave in, and I clutched his shirt for support. He felt me faltering, so he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me effortlessly.
Somehow, we ended up on the bed. He laid me down gently, our lips parting just enough for air to
