HE BACKED away slightly, as if my words were still sewn into his mind. Until a smile flashed on his lips before shaking.

"That's never gonna happen, baby..." I catch the undertone lust from his lips and before I knew I was slammed up against the door.

His lips bruising mine, shoving his tongue in my throat, not so gentle but more on hunger and thirsty and here I am, kissing him back.

His hand had locked itself around my nape of my neck and the other is tracing my clavicle down to my peak.

"Aaahh..." I breathed at him, trying to find the top.

He stopped for a moment....