'Then don't.'
That was all it took.
Thorne crashed his mouth to hers, kissing her like he needed her to breathe. His hands were suddenly everywhere, her waist, her back, her jaw—pulling her closer, anchoring her to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gripping tightly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth, wanting and taking.
The tea tray clattered to the side as he lifted her onto the desk, papers crumpling beneath her thighs. He groaned softly into her mouth, pulling her flush against him like it wasn't close enough. Like he wanted her imprinted on his skin.
Adina moaned breathlessly as he sucked on her bottom lip, her senses were clouded, blurred, and all she could think of was him. His hands roaming her body, his scent, the muffled groans.
