Alex took them to his apartment. He didn't want to risk Camilla screaming and her nosy neighbors listening and then bothering her nonstop.
As he drove, all Alex could think about was having Camilla in his arms. As soon as he parked his Jeep, he didn't get out of the car. He placed his hand on Camilla's thigh, which jolted but groaned softly. That was the encouragement he needed.
Alex turned to her and kissed her. Camilla responded immediately, in the same proportion. He didn't start out being kind, but fiercely, because he couldn't control himself. He needed her, and from the groans, she was in the same situation.
He kissed her neck as one of his hands unbuttoned her jeans.
"Alex, here?" she asked, drunk with desire.
He knew it wasn't appropriate, but the urge to possess her was immense. He took his hand from her pants.
