He lifted her off the door.
She held onto his shoulders as he carried her, her legs still wrapped around him, his arms under her thighs, supporting her weight easily. Her head tipped back against his arm, exposing her neck, and he leaned down, mouth finding the hollow of her throat, lips hot and insistent.
She arched into it, into him, the world narrowing to the feel of his tongue, the heat of his breath, the firm pressure of his arms keeping her suspended, held, safe.
He lowered her onto the bed, the soft mattress cushioning her, and then his weight settled over her, heavy and warm, his body blanketing hers as his mouth reclaimed hers.
Her hands found his hair, fingers threading through it as he kissed her, slow and thorough, like he could take all the time in the world for this now.
She had forgotten how to kiss like this, how to surrender to it, how to let herself be taken apart so gently.
