The air goes out of her as she hits the wall, and the shock of cool tile against her back only makes the heat of his touch all the more intense. Her nails dig into his shoulders, reminding him he wanted to wait even as she's kissing him, devouring his mouth. He's got her pinned, his hands moving down her sides, squeezing her ass, massaging her breasts, and she's arching against him, clearly starving for the attention. The words catch in her throat, setting up an ache in her jaw that radiates through body in waves.

He won't leave. He gave her his word.

The mere thought makes her grip on him tighten.