Will had made a plan in his head to be casual and restrained at first, not wanting to think all he wanted from Molly was sexual. But he felt the pull toward it as much as she did, and when she interrupted his attempt at small talk by kissing him, he threw all constraint to the wind, cupping her face in both hands and kissing her back. He opened his mouth to her immediately, sinking the kiss deep, pressing his tongue past her lips to find hers and twine with it. The time for patience was over.

The energy between them spiked, burning hotter, and he held her against him, one hand pushing into her hair and the other sliding down the side of her neck and onto her shoulder, gripping her arm beneath her lacy sleeve. He remembered the room in Kagura, getting her up against the door and touching her, grinding into her, and he groaned into her mouth at the memory, the reminder in the way she tasted, the way she felt, how she smelled. He swore he could smell her arousal, that he could taste it in the air around them, and maybe he could, her feelings feeding into his, and his into her, a never ending loop of pure desire.