29 His Lips Moving Across My Cheek

James dropped his duffel on the car floor and busied himself with figuring out how to extricate me from my top. I was slapping his hands away when the doors opened and he scooped up his bag.

There was no one waiting on our floor and no one in the hallway. He pulled a master key out of somewhere and a moment later we were in a room.

I pounced, pushing my hands up beneath his shirt to feel his damp skin and the hardness of the muscles beneath it. 

"James I—"

My words are swallowed by his lips pressing to mine. I let go of the suitcase and cling to his broad, powerful shoulders. My mouth moves eagerly beneath his, hands going behind me to cup my backside and haul me up against him.

I'm all ready to explode in his arms when he pulls away. I peer up at him in frustration, feeling as though he's leading me on.