*Shelby*
We were wrapped in each other's arms before I even knew what was happening. We kissed passionately, running into walls as we made our way down a hallway and into another room.
Michael pushed me backward onto a feather-down comforter and slipped his shirt off before I had time to catch my breath. I watched him undress as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off. Michael climbed on top of me with such a strong desire that it made my core burn with the need for him.
He slid his hands up my waist and under my shirt, slipping it over my head and tossing it, forgotten, onto the floor. This was a Michael I hadn’t seen before. He was usually so meticulous, making me want him more with each slow touch, but the anger from our fight was fueling our passion in a completely different way.
