Excerpt

He followed her into the hallway, closing the door behind
him, his hands full of bags. She was tapping the code into the alarm.
"Where should I put these?" he asked.

She turned,
stared at him for a second. He misread her look, paranoid he'd done
something wrong, "What?"

She pressed against him,
pulled his head gently down, her hands in his hair. Stretched her body
up against his to kiss him firmly. She pulled back just a little,
whispered onto his mouth, "Just dump them
anywhere?"

He dropped the bags the instant she said
it, his hands found her waist and she pressed into him, her kiss hot
and intense. She looked tiny, fragile almost, but she leaned into him
so hard she threatened to push him over. She pulled him after her,
walking backwards, he stumbled slightly and she giggled a little into
his mouth.

They backed into the bedroom, still
kissing intently, she turned him towards the bed, pushing him down. He
sat on the edge, straining up to reach her mouth, his hands smoothing
over her hips, moving under the tiny skirt to stroke her bare skin. She
broke the kiss, her hands tilting his face up, gazing down at him, her
hair hanging down like a shade. Her eyes seemed darker, inflamed,
locked with his. His gaze was consuming, sent a tingle through her.

She pulled her top over her head, let it fall. She
chewed her lip, just staring at him a moment, his slightly parted lips.
Then she was kissing him again, a hard, biting kiss, pushing him down
on the bed, lying on him, working his t-shirt over his head. Her nails
scraped him, he barely noticed, his hands rubbing over her body,
teasing, pressing her closer to him. She undid his jeans, pulled them
down roughly, shed her thong. He removed her bra expertly, kissed down
from her lips, over her breasts, his lips soft, sucking. She freed him
from his boxers, pushing them down a little way, lifted onto him with a
deep moan. He gasped softly, threw his head back against the bed,
arching his back into her, his hands squeezing and stroking her ass.
She reached for his wrists, grabbing and pinning them over his head. He
opened his eyes to gaze at her, able only to arch his back and grind
his hips against her.

It seemed like forever, it
seemed like a second. It rippled through her like static electricity,
she shuddered, gave a low guttural moan and that pushed him over the
edge too.

She rolled off him, half lying on him at
his side, light sweat sealing their bodies. She still had her boots on.