Standing, I gripped the back of her thighs as I lifted her up, allowing her legs to wrap around my waist. Her fingers gently brushed through my hair as the kiss deepened with the hunger and need we both had for each other.
Pushing her against the wall next to my bathroom door, I pinned her there, our tongues battling for dominance. I mentally kept track of every rise and fall of her breath, and her heart seemed to beat a little faster each time I ground myself against her core. She was undoubtedly aching between her thighs, her body begging me to fuck her like the bad girl she really was.
Carrying her to the bathroom, I deepened our kiss. Her feet fell gently to the floor as I pulled away. The corner of her lips lifted into a smirk as I reached over and turned on the shower. She was magnificent and as she teasingly stepped under the heat of the water. I reveled in how it made her thin nightwear turn into even more of a second skin against her body.