Chapter Three
I place my hand at the small of her back and steer her out of Kirkwood, through the sculpture hall and down around Atkins Auditorium. The sounds of the gala fade until there’s nothing but the echoes of our footsteps in the empty hall.
“How did you—”
“Not my first gala.”
“Not your first hook-up,” she corrects with a laugh.
I push open the door to the family bathroom, and usher her in, spinning and pinning her to the door while I turn the lock on the handle. “You sure about this?”
She answers by wrapping a hand around my neck and pulling. Our mouths unite in a violent crash of teeth and tongues. Lips alternately soft, then demanding. She’s set off a chain reaction within me that will only end in an explosion of epic proportions. She works the buttons of my shirt, while I
