Elizabeth stood up. She wasn’t sure what she intended to do; she just didn’t want to stay sat on the floor moping anymore. Sawyer caught her hand before she could leave the room and pulled her to him.
She resisted him trying to get her to sit down on his lap, forcing him to stand up to kiss her instead. Her hands snaked around his body and under his shirt, drawing him closer to her with a sharp movement that left no doubt what she wanted from him.
She stepped back so she was against the wall, moving her hands to undo his pants as he held her face in his hands and kissed her roughly. She started to take off her own pants and his hands moved to her hips, so she was held firmly against the wall as she kicked them away across the floor.
He lifted her so her legs wrapped around his waist,
