The heavy wooden door crashed against the wall as they coupled in a heated embrace. Ethan kicked the door shut and pushed Olivia against the nearest wall, bracketing her body with his palms splayed against the plaster. His mouth was on hers, his tongue capturing the taste of her desire, her surrender, and even her anxiety.

Bending his knees, he lifted her against him, his hands catching her legs beneath the thighs. With her fingers tangling in his hair, her legs wrapping around his waist, he took two backward steps, his intended path the bedroom, but her hands were on his face, gaining leverage to deepen the kiss. He felt the pull of her need seconds before the edge of the sofa hit the backs of his legs. Spinning around, he lowered her to the leather cushions.

In seconds, Olivia’s t-shirt hit the coffee table; Ethan’s swimming trunks the floor. Their shoes thumped against the carpet, and the top of her bikini ended up somewhere near the door. Their skin rasped against the leather and the decorative buttons bit into unmentionable places.

She reached for him, and he was inches away from the delicious scent of her skin before rationality struck. “Oh, hell! Wait a second!” He turned, his panicked gaze searching the room.