My other hand moved to her waist, pulling her flush against me, keeping her trapped in the space between my body and the desk. She fought for a second, her hands pushing against my shoulders, but I leaned into her, refusing to give an inch.
Slowly, the resistance melted. Her hands moved from pushing to clutching, her fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt. She succumbed, her mouth opening under mine, a soft, broken moan escaping her that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my gut.
I lifted her off the floor, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I carried her the three steps to her bed. As I settled her onto the mattress, my weight hovering over her, I let out a low groan of sheer, unadulterated want.
"Shh," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes wide as she look
