It started as a tickle and became warmed honey, coating her senses.
"Baby girl," came the low growl. "I'm waitin'."
"She's hurrying," came her silent reply.
His next words pulsed warm and alive inside her skin. "Darlin', am I going to hafta come getcha?"
Dewey beads of sweat bloomed on her forehead as she rushed down the corridor, bare feet skimming silently over metal flooring. "She is here now. Let her in."
The lock disengaged with a sigh, and she was in his arms within seconds.
He rumbled in protest as she broke their kiss. "She likes having him inside her mind."
Lowering his head, he slowly took her mouth, tasting her with his tongue.
He never left her lips, but his affirmation ignited and flamed hot as he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. "And he likes being inside her."