Aylia was standing outside Nico’s hotel room, willing herself to knock, when Nico opened the door and pulled her inside. Suddenly, she was against the wall, and he was pressed against her, his fingers threading through her hair, dragging her mouth to his.
“Now we talk,” he said, his breath warm on her lips.
“This isn’t talking,” she panted, telling herself to push him away, but melting into him instead.
“Foreplay to conversation,” he said, closing his mouth over hers.