Braden held her hand until they reached his hotel room door. He slid the plastic card in the reader twice before it would let him in. Once inside, he couldn't help himself. Years of fantasizing about what it would be like to have her alone with him had built up into an uncontrollable lust. He had to have her, had to make her his again. Even though he was afraid he'd scare her off, he pulled Tanya against him behind the closed door in the dark of the room and devoured her mouth. He kissed her with all the passion he'd been saving just for her. He kissed her hard and soundly until she started to moan, until her fingers curled into his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. He kissed her until she pressed her pelvis against him. But that only made things worse. It made him want her more. And it made his dick hard.

Like two animals, they rubbed their bodies together in a mock dance of mating. He slipped his hands down to her ass and cupped both firm cheeks. They were just as he remembered. He thrust at her body, half expecting her to wriggle away and escape, but that didn't happen. She met his aggression with her own.

He kissed his way to her ear where he nipped the soft lobe and whispered, "I love you, Tanya. I want you."

She kept moaning as if she couldn't find any words. He lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall, his clothed hardness fitting against her clothed mound. Tanya's legs wrapped around his waist to keep her steady. He licked and kissed his way along her slender neck, wishing they were naked, that they could do it right that moment. It wouldn't be the first time they'd had sex standing up.

"So much for talking," she murmured.

"We can talk after." He kept kissing and nipping at her skin. She trembled in his arms, her body tightening as she breathed out a strained cry