Seamus fumbled through his pocket, searching for the key to his room, when the sharp sound of heels hitting the floor echoed behind him. Fabric followed, whispering softly as it slid down.
By the time he found the key, he turned around and froze.
Leah was nearly naked. Her dress was gone, and she leaned forward without the slightest hint of shame, her big breast unapologetically hanging as she tugged at the last piece of clothing clinging to her hips.
"What?" she said impatiently. "You're taking too long, Seamus. I can't wait anymore."
He blinked, then exhaled slowly, half in disbelief, half resigned, as he unlocked the door.
The moment it opened, Leah shoved him inside. She wrapped her arms around his neck and claimed his mouth in a greedy kiss, biting his lips, invading his space without mercy.
Heat surged between them as her fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer as if she might devour him whole.
Their lips parted, breath mingling.
