The moment his lips met mine, I couldn't resist.

My body was already pressed against his—warm, enticing, and aching for more. The heat between us pulsed, an unbearable friction that made my breath hitch.

His kiss was slow, too slow, like he was savoring the taste of me, teasing, coaxing, keeping me on edge.

My lips parted for him, and his tongue brushed mine, deliberate and torturous, sending a fresh wave of arousal straight between my thighs.

His hands traveled up my back, fingertips grazing over my spine, making me shudder. My nipples, already hard, pressed against his chest through the thin barrier of fabric, and I felt the answering...