She was already close to orgasm and he had barely touched her, heightened senses, the slow build to this moment and weeks of not being connected to his body. Moving closer, Rose drowned out her voice of reason easily, giving into the extreme hunger within for him. Not wanting to listen to that inner voice anymore. She was pulling his shirt open, the buttons coming away easily, her hand ravaging his shoulders and chest, cupping behind that strong tanned neck to pull him closer.
Pulling her from the wall, he walked in the darkness, straight into Abby’s bathroom and kicked the door shut behind them. Within moments he had her on the floor, pulling off clothes, lost in fevered kisses, hands rambling over one another. It was not like anything they had done to each other before. There was an urg
