She jumped from the passenger seat, waited, and they walked silently toward the entrance. Since his hands were full, Cassidy opened and held the front door for him. At her unit, she again unlocked the entry for him and stepped back, allowing Clay inside first. He deposited the box on the round table, dropped the laundry bag on the floor, then walked deliberately toward her. Startled, she backed up until her back was against the door. Clay advanced on her, positioning his arms at her shoulders, pinning her in that position. His mouth swooped down to capture hers so fiercely, their teeth clicked. He leaned his body fully against hers, thighs against thighs, belly to belly, breasts pushed into rock hard pecs. Heat engulfed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed into him. Yes, yes. This was the real hiding place she sought, inside his arms, inside him. He pushed her eyeglasses to the top of her head and cradled her face in his hands, his gray eyes clouded with desire.
