Cathy was sitting on Andrew's lap, kissing him desperately as the car moved and their bodies struggled against the space between them. His hands roamed her body with sublime expertise, squeezing her thighs and ribs as his mouth voraciously tasted and delighted in the skin of her neck. His touch felt the same, his kiss felt the same, the same feeling she'd craved and craved for weeks on end, no matter how hurt or how angry she was. There were no drugs that could emulate those sensations, no substance could make her feel that way with a random i***t. She liked the way he touched her as if he was obsessed with her, those gestures that bordered on adoration but with the roughness of his controlling, authoritative ways. Her entire body was warm with the burning desire that radiated across her s
