We had barely stepped inside the house when the tension between us snapped. The door had barely clicked shut behind us, the lock sliding into place with a soft sound that seemed to echo through the quiet entryway. Kasteil dropped my luggage right by the front door with a heavy thud, the sound breaking the silence, and in the next breath, he was on me.
His hands found my waist before I could even turn around. He lifted me effortlessly, my back pressing against the cool wall of the entryway. The plaster was cold through my thin shirt, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was him—his body pressed against mine, his hands gripping my hips, his breath hot on my skin. His mouth claimed mine in a deep, urgent kiss that stole the air from my lungs. I gasped into him, my fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulders. When he finally pulled back just enough to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, I couldn't hold back.
