The other hand slid into her hair, holding the back of her head as he kissed her back just as hard, thankful that she was not angry at him. And now there was no hesitation.
He pulled her to him as his hands slid over her, until he cupped her bottom through the skirt. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer and that little sound only instigated him further. Without giving her a chance, he slid his hands lower until the hem of her skirt was in his fingers. He pulled it upwards and then in the next moment, her legs were wrapped around him as he turned her so that she was caught in the middle. Between him and the wall.
His mouth was on hers again withing a minute, deep and determined, but there was tension in the way he held her. Her fingers slipped beneath his shirt, the heat of his skin burning against her palms. Every ridge of muscle tightened under her touch. Adam felt as if he was on fire. And the more she touched him, the hotter he felt.
