She dropped her bag beside the door and stood there for a moment, breathing deeply as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Yeah… we're here."
A man's voice came from behind her. Before Felicia could turn around, he crossed the short distance between them and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her against his chest.
The solid warmth of his body pressed along her back, his breath warm against the side of her neck. For a second she simply let herself lean into him, the tension of the day melting under the steady pressure of his arms.
Then he turned her.
His mouth found hers without hesitation—hungry, insistent.
The kiss deepened quickly, tongues sliding together as his hands slid down her sides and gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the hard length of him already straining against her stomach.
Felicia's fingers curled into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer as she kissed him back with equal urgency.
