Katrina 10. Katrina Katrina pressed her mouth to his, and this time, she didn’t feel like she could hold back at all. Yeah, they were in a shitty motel in the absolute middle of nowhere, but she’d wanted this for ages. Fuck ambience, Katrina thought, opening her mouth against Zach’s she sought out his tongue with hers, and as she drew away, she bit his bottom lip. He made that noise again, the one he’d made earlier in the lab. Katrina swung one knee over him, her skirt hiked most of the way up her thighs, and straddled Zach. “Did you just growl at me?” she asked. She grabbed the front of his shirt in both her hands and pulled it just hard enough. He cupped her ass, digging his fingers in. Desire rushed through Katrina. “Just a little,” he said, grinning. She swallowed, then ran her hands down his chest, all the way to his stomach.
