I turned my head toward the warm breath on my neck, my body already a live wire from the self-fucking I'd been giving myself in that armchair.

The lips pressing into my skin were firm, insistent, and before I could even process who it was, my mouth crashed against his in a feverish kiss.

Our tongues tangled immediately in a wet, desperate dance, like I'd been starving for this exact moment. His taste was a mix of beer, salt and sin. I moaned into his mouth, my hands clawing at his shirt to pull him closer.

God, I needed more than just kisses. His hands were on my shoulders, gripping...