MIKA
Stumbling into Channing’s place, we barely make it through the door before his lips find mine again. The kiss is urgent and electric, and I’m helpless to stop the sparks crackling between us. My heart races as he wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me up with such ease and instinct.
I wrap my legs around him, gripping tight as he presses me against the wall. The heat from his body seeps into mine, making it difficult to think and breathe. For the rest of that meal, all I could think about was getting him alone.
My fingers tangle in his damp hair, and I can still smell the ocean clinging to us, the salt from our day's adventures blending with his scent—warm, and driving me insane.
"I need to shower first," I gasp between kisses in a breathless voice, not feeling very clean. Channing pu……
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