I was too stunned to speak, too confused to even move.

His lips started to move on mine and I was trapped in my thoughts. I could smell his musky earthy scent, his masculine cologne lingering. His lips tasted warm and comforting. But I could see as he close his eyes, savoring it.

My body started to move against my thoughts and kissed him back. Each stroke felt like electricity was traced on my lips. It was gratifying and magnetizing me, pulling me back.

This made him smirk against our kiss, enjoying this.

But what I hate more is that I am…enjoying it too. I hate to admit this but…So...