Michael's POV
Every nerve in my body screamed for release. My arousal strained against my pants, demanding satisfaction with an intensity that bordered on agony. If I didn't have her right now, I might actually lose what remained of my sanity.
I withdrew my fingers from her warmth slowly, drinking in the soft sound of protest that escaped her lips. My free hand moved to my belt with desperate efficiency, unfastening the leather before yanking down my zipper. I shoved my pants and underwear just low enough to free myself. No time for finesse. I needed access, and I needed it now.
Allyson's breathing became shallow as I gripped her hips, bunching her dress up around her waist before lifting her against the cool hallway wall. Her legs immediately wound around my waist, her heels pressing into my back, urging me closer to where she needed me most.
