He pinned me to the wall the moment we entered the penthouse and captured my lips in a rough, desperate and a hungry kind of kiss. He held both my hands tightly above my head while his other hand was placed around my waist to hold me in place.
No words have to be said as it was only our bodies and boiling desire talking at that moment. I responded to his kiss with the same passion and slowly deepened until we found ourselves already inside his room.
I haven't even noticed how we get there. The only thing I remembered was our intense making out in the living room when his hand started to roam and knead every inch of my body, and when he took a sharp breath as I pressed my hand to his toned chest, stroked his bulging abs and traced my fingers on his lower abdomen where his v-line begins.
