She spun me around with her mouth against mine. Her kiss was all teeth and tongue, demanding, consuming. I melted into her, my hands squeezing my crutches, she pushed me backward until my back hit the cold metal of the lockers.

Her hands were everywhere, caressing my breasts through the thin fabric, pinching my nipples until I cried out, then soothing the sting with her tongue as she kissed her way down my neck. “You taste like sin,” she growled, nipping at my collarbone. “I’ve wanted to do this since you walked in here with that innocent little smile and those perfect long legs.”