The Next Day:
The motel room door banged shut, and Kelly didn't even let it settle before she launched herself at Alex like a fucking hurricane.
She slammed into him, hands gripping his hips, mouth smashing against his in a wet, messy kiss. No slow burn, no gentle shit, just raw, desperate lust.
Her tongue forced its way past his lips, tangling with his, sucking hard as spit smeared between them.
Weeks of keeping it tame, side glances on the street, hands brushing in secret, had built this up too long. Now it was a goddamn explosion.
Alex grunted into her mouth, half-laughing. "What the hell's gotten into you, fuck, Kelly!" His words choked off as she bit his lip, dragging a groan out of him. The room echoed with it, wet sucks, sloppy smacks, tongues fucking each other senseless.
"Need it fast. Right fucking now," Kelly growled, pulling back just enough to let her eyes scorch into his. Her breath was jagged, tits heaving under her robe.
