I was fighting it, but my battle was already lost. The man's touch was consuming my mind with desire that petrified me. My mother gave her life to my father. She loved him and then she lost her own identity. I didn't want to make the same mistake. He assured me over and over that he didn't want anything in return for arranging the meeting with Adler, but we couldn't pretend that we didn't want each other.
Anyone could walk in on us, but I didn't care. My body was on fire, and I hadn't even realised how much I missed him in the past week. He started undressing me, pulling my clothes off in frantic movements. Waves of heat were soaking deep into my bones. When I was finally naked from the waist down, standing in front of him in my white shirt and see-through bra, his mouth crashed against mine in a hard, demanding kiss. He buried his right hand deep in my hair, the other sat along my jaw.