JUSTIN POV
I didn't think. I moved.
I crossed the space between us and kissed her like it was the last thing keeping me sane. And maybe it was. Her lips met mine in a rush of fury and hunger, and suddenly we were back where we always ended up—wrapped around each other like a bad habit we couldn't kick.
I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her like it was the most natural thing in the world, and she latched on, legs tightening around my hips like she belonged there.
"Fuck," I groaned into her mouth as her fingers pulled at my shirt like she wanted it off yesterday. Her lips were hot and demanding, her tongue sliding against mine like we were fighting for control, and neither of us was ready to surrender.
I slammed her back into the wall. Not to hurt her. To ground myself. Because if I didn't, I was going to lose what little control I had left.
