She hadn’t known any kiss could feel like this. like a drug. like a craving. she swept her hands up and down his sides and around to his back, tracing the indent of his spine and urging him to crush her because his weight felt so good against her.

“this is all I think about,” he growled against her cheek, thumbs circling and circling her distended nipples, sending runnels of heat and need deep into her loins.

His knee barely suggested inserting itself between hers and she flowered open, accepting his hard thigh against her mound with a shaken gasp of gratitude.

While the edge of his teeth stole down...