I kissed her harder, deeper, tasting her, feeling the soft give of her body against mine. My free hand slid down the curve of her waist and settled possessively on her hip, fingers digging in just enough to claim.
I wanted her.
Right here and right now.
No more holding back.
No more fighting the fierce, unbearable heat pounding in my head.
Maribel's hands flew up, her fingers burying themselves in my hair, pulling me down even closer. A ragged, helpless moan vibrated against my tongue—"Mmmf... Ryan..."—as she met the desperate intensity of my mouth, her body melting forward into mine. The cool air of the abandoned shop faded entirely, replaced by the suffocating, electric heat radiating between us.
Without breaking the kiss, I dragged my hand down from her hip, hooking my fingers beneath the hem of her sleeveless red dress. I pulled the fabric up, gathering it around her waist and exposing her long, smooth, caramel-toned thighs to the dim, pale glow of the battery lamp.
