His whisper hadn't even cooled on her skin when something inside her gave in, needing him. She turned, just her head, just enough to find him.
And that was all it took.
His mouth was on hers in the next breath, fierce and unrelenting, kissing her from behind like he'd been starving for her taste, like he needed it to stay sane.
One hand held her waist, the other braced against the sink, steadying them both as his lips claimed hers, rough and deep. Tongue, heat, pressure, there was no space left between hesitation and want. Just the crash of everything they'd buried.
She moaned against his lips, the sound torn from deep in her throat and he lost any hope of holding back.
He pulled her body against his, her spine flush to his chest, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other sliding over her shoulders, covering her hands like he needed to feel every inch of her.
Holding her there, close, against him, like every second without her touch was one he couldn't bear to take.
