She needn't have worried. The moment he opens the door and his eyes meet hers, he's back at the evening of their photoshoot. Heart pounding in his chest, heat building up underneath his skin, the sight of her body flooding him with a possessive desire.

"Hi-..." he murmurs breathlessly, taking her hand and pulling her across the threshold. Closing the door behind her, he keeps his eyes locked on hers as he moves up close to her. His hands slide down her waist and slip up underneath her skirt to press his palms on the backs of her thighs.

A cold sweat runs down the back of his neck as he pulls her into a raw, hungry kiss.

"Oh god," he whispers "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you..."