Chapter 45
MY BACK slammed against the apartment wall. Plaster crumbled against my shoulder blades. Jesse shoved her heated lips onto mine. I tasted mint on her tongue. Her legs squeezed my thigh, promising to squeeze more. I shivered in unwilling delight.
Teresa wedged my arm between her flat stomach and the wall, her hand deftly unbuttoning my shirt. “Intense emotion,” she said. “That’s the trick for this to work.” Her fingers slid into the shirt and brushed my chest. Electricity flashed through my nerves. “And this will be—intense.”
My hands shook in Jesse’s spiky salt-and-pepper hair. Fresh sweat burst forth from my back. I’d like to say that I fought, but Teresa alone had almost overwhelmed me last night. No, that wasn’t true—she had overwhelmed me. The only thing that saved me las
