The front door had barely clicked shut when Malcolm moved.
One moment Iyisha was stepping out of her shoes, balancing on one foot as she nudged the other heel free, and the next her feet left the floor entirely. A sharp, startled yelp tore from her throat as his arms slid beneath her thighs and lifted her in one ruthless, effortless motion.
Her back met the wall with controlled force, firm enough to steal her breath but not enough to hurt, and then his mouth was on hers.
He did not speak.
The kiss was rough as if he was holding back. His lips crushed against hers, teeth catching her lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.
His tongue slid into her mouth and stroked with raw, starving intensity that made her knees weaken even though she was no longer standing.
Iyisha's hands climbed his chest, then his shoulders, then buried into the blonde hair at the nape of his neck. Her fingers curled tight as if she could steady herself against the force of him.
