Michael's POV
I pulled myself up from the couch, sweeping Allyson into my arms while our mouths remained fused together in a hungry, demanding kiss. Our tongues danced together, breath mixing, hands exploring every inch we could reach.
She pressed against me, her curves molding to my chest as I carried her toward the bedroom.
The urgency coursing through my veins made every second feel like torture. I placed her gently on the mattress, my body screaming with need.
My cock pulsed with an ache so intense it nearly drove me mad. The desire to bury myself deep inside her consumed every rational thought.
My gaze swept over her stunning form in one heated glance, and reality hit me.
Hell.
She still wore too many clothes.
That had to be fixed immediately.
I needed her bare beneath me. Now.
