She wanted more, hell, she wanted it all, no more playing, no more teasing as she kissed him back with everything she had, feeling the warm wet of his tongue against hers, gasping for air as she felt her back hit the wall. "Aidan," she could hear her voice, low and harsh and somehow unfamiliar to her in its need.

Pressing back against him, Rachel ran her hands over his back and lower, feeling the hard muscles moving under his skin. Moaning softly, she hitched her leg up over his hip, grinding back against his arousal. "Aidan..."