I kissed him like I wanted to consume him—because I did.

His mouth opened under mine, his tongue feeling mine, my pussy clenched from the feeling of the hiss.

My hands slid under his shirt, fingers dragging over the muscle and heat of his skin. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as my nails raked down his back.

“Fuck,” he muttered into my mouth, hands gripping the edge of the counter on either side of me, like he needed to hold something or he’d lose control.

I leaned forward, lips trailing to his jaw, then his throat, tasting the salt there.

He tilted his head back, just slightly,...