Then Kiera’s hand threaded through my hair, and she forcefully pulled me forward, urging me toward her. Our mouths met, and the loneliness and pain instantly morphed into fiery passion. If she couldn’t physically take me home, at least I could lose myself in her. Ease my pain with a glorious distraction. The quiet space around us filled with soft needy moans, as the ache of our separation overwhelmed us. Pushing Kiera back against the bed frame, I shifted her leg around my hip so I could press against her fully, show her just how much I’d missed her. Her nails scratched down my back, almost undoing me. Fuck. Yes.

Her fingers started tugging on my shirt, wanting it off. I pulled away to help her, tossing the fabric over my shoulder. Kiera’s fingers traced the letters of her name on my chest. My skin felt electric where she touched me, and I paused a moment to savor the sensation—the connection. “I love you,” I whispered.

I rocked my hips against hers, wanting to satisfy her, satisfy us. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer into her. My lips found her neck, my fingers found her stomach. I bunched up her thin shirt until her bra was exposed. That. I want that. I swept the cup aside, then ducked down to take her nipple into my mouth. The noise Kiera made, the way she arched against me…it was like she was about to come, just from me doing this. It made me throb, needing my own release.

No. I needed hers.

Mouth never leaving her chest, I blindly unbuttoned her jeans. She moaned, “Yes,” as I slid my hand inside the opening. She was clutching my shoulders, panting with need, aching for me to give this to her. My fast, frantic breaths matched hers. I needed this. I needed her…so much.

I was just about to touch her, feel how much she wanted me, when the room suddenly brightened. I instantly pulled my hand out of her jeans, released her nipple, and fixed her shirt. Goddamn it. My body was complaining about the change of pace; from the look on Kiera’s face, her body was as well. Blocking Kiera from view, I turned around to see who the hell was here.

My stomach dropped when I saw who was holding open the curtain that separated the sleeping area from the bathroom. Paul. Fucking Paul. Of course, it would be him. That asshole was the one person I really didn’t want to see Kiera like this. And from the look on his face, he’d been listening to us for a while, just waiting for his moment to spoil the mood. Fucking dick.