The door slammed shut. She’d just locked it. He was already inside, shirt off, eyes burning. “I’ve been waiting,” he growled, grabbing her waist. Her breath hitched as he shoved her against the wall. “You know you want this,” he whispered, sliding his hand up her skirt. Her legs trembled. One quick move, and she was on her knees, moaning as he pushed into her. The house was quiet. No one would hear. Not tonight.
