Sarah (R18)

The second kiss burned hotter than the first.

Sarah's lips claimed mine with deliberate hunger, her tongue sliding against mine as her fingers tightened in my hair. I held her waist firmly, feeling the soft give of her body through the beige sweater, the way her thighs bracketed my hips.

She shifted slightly, grinding down just enough to make my breath catch, and a low, satisfied sound vibrated in her throat.

When she finally pulled back, her glasses were slightly askew and her dark eyes were glassy with heat. A slow, knowing smile curved her mouth.

"You're not going to stop me this time, are you?" she asked, voice low and a little breathless.

"Not a chance," I answered, my hands sliding up her back under the hem of the sweater. Warm skin met my palms. "We're alone. Door's locked. Take whatever you want."