BRIAN

 

The steel counter bit into the backs of her thighs, cold and unyielding, but the heat pouring off her skin was scorching. Daisy was liquid fire in my arms, her legs locked around my waist, her fingers twisted in my hair, her mouth open and desperate beneath mine.

 

I devoured her. My tongue thrust past her lips, sliding against hers, tasting the salt of her sweat, the faint sweetness of the cherry balm she'd smeared on hours ago, the raw hunger pouring off her like a wave. She whimpered into my mouth, her nails dragging down the back of my neck, leaving burning trails in their wake.

 

"Brian," she...