His arm slides under her thighs and he lifts her.
The movement is smooth and controlled. She gasps against his mouth as her legs wrap around his hips. Her back meets the wall. He steadies her immediately, one hand firm at her waist, the other supporting her weight.
He presses in close.
She feels the hard line of him against her. He does not move it. He just holds her there, bodies aligned, letting her feel it.
Her thighs tighten.
The kiss slows but deepens. His mouth opens hers with patience. His tongue moves with purpose, unhurried. One slow roll of his hips presses heat through her and she inhales sharply.
Her fingers slide into his hair and tug.
A low sound leaves his throat.
He shifts to her jaw, kissing along the line of it, then down her neck, careful around the bandage. Each press of his mouth makes her arch into him. Her chest rises against his. Her grip tightens in his hair.
Something shifts inside her.
