The kiss wasn’t soft. It was hungry — teeth clashing, tongues sliding, his hand sliding into my hair to tilt my head exactly how he wanted. I moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by him. His other hand gripped my ass, lifting me onto the counter in one smooth motion. The edge dug into the backs of my thighs, cold against my skin.

He shoved my t-shirt up, exposing my breasts. His mouth latched onto one nipple — hot, wet suction that made my back arch. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, then bit down just hard enough to make me gasp. The sting shot straight to my clit....