All I could think about was making Rachael forget everything that had happened by shoving her up against the wall, spreading her legs, and proving to her just how much she was mine. I didn’t care who was outside that curtain or how much money the dress on the floor was that I was trampling all over. Never breaking our kiss, I grasped the backs of her thighs and lifted her, turning us so she was against the wall. She pulled her lips away and slid them to my ear. “What are you doing?” she whispered. “Apologizing.” I crushed my lips to hers again, teasing her with my tongue to open her mouth. She did and let out the sweetest moan I’d ever heard. I slipped my fingers inside her damp panties, pushing them aside so I could touch her, get inside her. Needing me, too, she flicked the button on my pants open and tugged the zipper down. “Hurry,” she pleaded, taking me out and positioning me at her entrance. I fell against her, letting my hips guide me up into her wet heat.
