Zadriel had me up against the closed door as soon as we reached his penthouse. My hands flew into his soft hair; I already wanted more of him. My lips crushed into his, hungry for his mouth. For his touch. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling it as well as yanking him toward me. His hands traveled higher up the hem of my skirt and gripped the side of my panties, and I felt a snap. He was already starting on the other side. Before I could come to my senses, his hand had traveled up my thigh and found my clit. Soaked. It was the lightest touch, but...