The moment the door clicked shut behind them, he hauled her flush to his chest, slammed
his mouth on hers, and took what he’d wanted since he laid eyes on her in the clinic.
Her taste flooded him. Mandarin oranges. Never had he been more enamored with a flavor.
It surged over his taste buds, and he groaned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing
her curves deeper into his body.
He cupped her breast and plucked at her nipple with two fingers. She whimpered. He did it
again.
“I’m going to fuck you, Mellie.”
She threaded her hand though the hair at the back of his neck. “I sure as hell didn’t come to
talk.”