Chapter 17
I'D BEEN SITTING AT the reception desk thinking about Marissa for hours when she stormed through the front door and asked, “When do you get off?”
I was shocked to see her, but even more shocked when I said, “Soon,” and she said, “Not soon enough!”
In seconds, she was behind the desk with me, kissing me sharply, grabbing my a*s with one hand and running the other up my back, into my hair, knocking out the clip holding it in a neat bun. I felt hot again, feverish. I didn't know what I was doing.
When I realized my hands were inside her shirt, I couldn't believe it. When had I done that? When had I decided to touch her bare skin? I hadn't decided. My body had made the decision for me. My mind had no say in the matter. At all.
For a long moment, I thought I was dreaming
