Chapter 33Bridget
We stumbled into Thomas’s home, and I was immediately pinned to the wall. His foot darted out to shut the front door while I ripped my clothes off. We trailed all of our clothing from the front door to the kitchen, and Thomas stood before me clad in nothing but the tight skin of his body that accented the rippling muscles, throbbing for my attention. It had been a few days since we had been alone with one another, and with the stress of the past few days behind us, I was ready to sink my teeth into him.
“My god, you’re beautiful,” Thomas said, growling. His breath was hot on the crook of my neck as he bent me over his kitchen table.
“Please don’t make me wait,” I said breathlessly.
I felt his fingertips dig into the meat of my thighs while my legs wrapped around him.
