Okay another heated write ... the Muse must be back in heat again.

She took one look at him and was lost …

Before she knew it, her lips were crushed
beneath his and she was drowning in a
kiss.

Her body was searing with heat, his heat …

She could feel him, hard, pressing against
her. And the only thoughts that swam
through her mind at this point in time now
where him. She wanted him something
fierce. He filled her mind, and she wanted
him to fill her in other ways as well.

Her knees buckled with the thought of his
hardness penetrating her. Before she could
even realize what was happening, his hands
were caressing her flesh. Perhaps this was
the reason she’d gone without undergarments
this day. Hoping she’d chance running into
him. Well, literally, she had. And now, he
stood there, kissing her passionately and
letting his fingers probe her most private of
regions.

He’d braced her back against a wall now …

She could feel the coldness of his belt buckle
against her wetness. This brought another wave
of excitement coursing through her as he let
himself grind again. But, what she really wanted
lay beyond that belt, housed within the thin material
of his trousers. Her fingers deftly work the belt
as they continue to kiss fervently. She wants the
prize …

Freedom! His mind screams.

Her fingers caress his hard flesh delicately for a
moment. But neither can wait for within one
thrust he’s deep.