"I believe there was some talk about your talented hands going very specific places," he breathes against her mouth with a bit of a hungry growl behind it, his attire making no secret of what's exactly on his mind.

Stealing another kiss, Wolfe swings them both inside and shuts the door behind them with his foot. His hands are otherwise occupied, one at her waist and the other brazenly cupping her ass, squeezing gently at that perfect handful.