They barely made it into Celia’s room. She had just flipped the lock when Lucas pinned her against the door, his mouth slamming into hers, hot and demanding. One hand snaked into her hair, tilting her head in a way that allowed him to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. The other gripped her hip tightly, pulling her against him. She fisted his shirt in her hands, pulling him impossibly closer.
“f**k,” he muttered as he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers. “When will I stop wanting you this bad?”
His mouth was back on hers before she could say anything, his hands moving to her thighs. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he leaned her against the door again. His mouth left a hot trail as he kissed and licked his way across her jaw an
