“I love it.” I kiss her hard, emotions rushing through me.
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.
The taste of honey is everywhere. Our lips. Our tongues. Our skin. It’s a collision of sweetness and passion that heightensthe moment’s intensity in a way that feels both messy and intoxicating.
My hands roam over her, gripping her thighs, her hips, her breasts. I can’t get enough of her. She melts against me, her body responding to my touch with a desire that matches my own.
Finally, I pull back. Her lips are swollen and glistening with honey.
“My turn.” There’s a flicker of mischief in her eyes, and I can’t say no.
Hell, I don’t want to.
“Don’t hold back.” The words slide out in a smoky growl. “You’re in control now.”
The glint in her eyes tells me how much she likes the concept.
She drizzles a line of honey along my bare shoulder. My muscles tense under her touch, but I tilt my head back slightly, baring my neck to her.
Her tongue moistens her lips before her mouth presses against my skin.
Everything goes quiet for half a second.
It sinks in. Deep. Blood rushes. Muscles tense.
This moment belongs to me and her, but burns into memory.
Mine now.
Forever.
Her tongue runs a wet trail along the honey, unlocking a new version of myself. This isn’t just satisfaction, this is bliss.
“Fuck, Jade.” My hands grip her hips. “You’re driving me mad.”
She smiles against my skin, her teeth grazing my shoulder. “Good. Madness suits you.”
Her tongue traces the contours of my chest. Her hands roam over me, her touch light and teasing. She pauses at my nipples, sucking them gently between her lips, her tongue swirling in a way that makes me arch with a sharp inhale.
“You like that?” She moves to my second nipple, this time biting down.
I hiss, my arms grasping her shoulders.
“You taste better than I remember.” Her hands drift lower, dripping honey along the waistband of my jeans.
My breath hitches as she teasingly opens the button. Her fingers brush the skin just below it.
“Your turn,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “Let me taste you.”
Honey oozes down my skin. She unbuckles my belt, and my breath hitches at every graze of her fingers.
My hands tangle in her hair as she pulls my jeans down, baring my hard erection.
Her fingers trace the heart hiding under the hairs and says, “Beautiful.”
That one word, that one spot, the connection we didn’t know that either carried all this time nearly undoes me.
Her hand moves, and she traces the length of me with her fingers, and I have to shift my weight to keep my legs from buckling underneath me.
