Sally's POV
Sean's lips find mine once more, and this time there's no uncertainty in his touch. His strong hands grip my waist before sliding down to cup my thighs, lifting me with ease. A soft gasp escapes me as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist while he carries me toward the staircase.
He nudges his bedroom door open without breaking our heated kiss, then kicks it closed behind us with his foot.
Moonlight filters through the window, casting silver shadows across the room. Sean gently lowers me onto his bed, then pulls back to drink in the sight of me lying there.
"I've been dreaming about having you here in my bed for weeks," he whispers, climbing over me and pressing tender kisses along my throat. "Thought I might go crazy watching you act like there was nothing happening between us."
My hands find the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel more of his bare skin against mine.
I run my palms across his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath my exploration.
