Chapter 38 Lost In The Tempest

• Marissa stepped into the house, aware of Efrain's presence just behind her. With a swift motion, he shut the door with his foot and his hands already beginning to roam as he peeled off her jacket, kissing her neck, she tilted her head back, enjoying his kisses on her sensitive skin.
• Efrain pushed her against the spotless white wall, his hand caressing her breast through her shirt as his mouth found hers in a passionate kiss. Each movement, he reminded her of his skill as a kisser, his confidence that left her breathless.
• Giving in to the moment, Marissa leaned against the molding, yielding to Efrain's control as he unfastened the top button of her shirt.