As her eyelids fluttered close in total surrender, she thought she heard the sound of the door opening.
Avery gasped, shocked by the sudden onslaught, the sound swallowed by Archie's mouth. He used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue inside and exploring her mouth with such lazy sensuality that any resistance she might have had simply floated away.
Before she knew it, she was pressing closer against him, eager for more. The glide of his tongue. The firm hold on her waist. The delicious escalation in pressure; soft at first, then harder, more demanding.
The sound of glass falling to the floor and shattering, broke the heady spell and Avery felt him pulling away from the kiss to bury his face in the nook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply whilst a guttural groan escaped from his lips.
She kept still, wincing slightly when he gave her a slight nip in her shoulder before raising his head to look into her eyes.
