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.

"Come on," he murmured, his voice a soothing pull on her senses as he guided her up the wooden stairs to his bedroom.

As he pushed the door open, she was met with the sight of a made bed and a tidy room, unlike the way they had left it in the morning.

Efrain slowly removed his jacket, his movements deliberate as if giving her time t