Chapter 8
The doorbell rang.
Mitch ignored the sound as he lifted Tess onto the kitchen table in front of him. His calloused hands brushed against her soft skin. She made him forget about Miami. She tasted sweet and innocent, not like she was playing a game.
His mind already imagined Tess naked and writhing beneath him. The fantasy seemed likely with her in his arms. Her face was flushed from his kisses, while her lips begged for more.
Again, the doorbell rang and broke through his thoughts. The sound was like a cup of water thrown on his head. A vision of punching whomever was at the door rushed through him, although he'd never do it. Instead, he peeled his hands away from her. Tess sighed with regret, indicating they were on the same page.
His white shirt was untucked. What might ha
