Davia was used to his slightly rough treatment. She liked it that way. She craved it. The way that he kissed her and touched her sent electricity pulsing through her veins and made her feel alive in a way that no one else ever had or possibly could. The wood of the door was hard behind her back and she arched off of it, pressing her body into his.
She arched her neck to meet each and every kiss, her hands moving to the buttons of his vest and then his shirt underneath, hands slipping inside to touch his bare skin. "I was so terrified to talk to you. You had such a bad reputation." And it had scared her, but he had been so lost and alone then and... She was glad she had listened to her gut instincts and hadn't turned around and walked away like everyone would have advised her to do.