Ross caught her automatically, hands cupping her ass to keep her from falling.
Her mouth slammed into his—hard, urgent, no gentleness, no hesitation.
Teeth bumped, lips bruised, tongues met in a messy, starving clash.
He staggered back a step; his boot kicked the door shut with a metallic thud.
The lock engaged automatically. June didn't care about anything else.
She kissed him like she was trying to crawl inside his skin—deep, consuming, desperate.
Her fingers knotted in his hair, tugging him closer, angling his head so she could take more.
Ross groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her mouth.
His grip tightened, fingers digging into the firm curve of her ass through her uniform pants.
They kissed for long, breathless minutes—until air became a necessity.
When they finally broke apart, both were panting.
June's lips were swollen and red, her pupils blown wide.
