Nessa
My back was quickly pressed against the nearest wall, the dark hallway in which Brady had brought me into showed no signs of any other people nearby. The vacantness allowed him to do whatever he wanted to me without worry of someone catching us.
He wasted no time as his lips crashed upon mine, his tongue sweeping against my own and fighting for dominance. A soft moan escaped me as his hands rested upon my hips, his fingers trailing across the bare skin of my waist that shone beneath my corset.
I hadn't expected my evening to go like this. His knee pressed between my thighs, his weight holding me up as he continued to ravage my mouth. I was glad that it was. Granted, he wasn't Nash, but he was just as sexy, just as intimidating, and just what I needed after the last few weeks I had
