Maybe he only wanted the fantasy, the flirting, to look without tasting.
Then he trulygrabsme.
His kiss turns ravenous.
Possessive.
His hot growl pushes into my mouth until I’m vibrating.
His tongue sweeps the seam of my lips, not asking, and God, I let him in.
His kiss is a blazing red brand, claiming and soul deep.
If I thought I was on fire before, this—
This makes me Margot chocolate, helplessly melting.
All I can do is thread my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer, begging him to continue.
He retaliates by pushing me against a wooden beam.
The roughness tickles me through my t-shirt, and I whimper.
He replies by biting my bottom lip.
Holy shit!
Whatever this thing is between us, it’s explosive.
Desire burns just under my skin.
I want to get closer, to inhale him, to surrender myself to a mouth made for dark delights and saintly sins.
My mind spins.
Dizzy with want, right down to the heavy wetness between my legs.
From the way he’s kissing me back, I guess he feels it too.
Unrestrained lust.
Like a dormant volcano waking up.
And I was the tectonic call that made him erupt.
I’m the ground made to burn, ready to be reshaped by his passion.
That’s hot and satisfying and deliciously heady.
His hands linger on my hips, holding me steady as he grinds against me, making me feel his erection.
Absolute battering ram.
No surprise, but itis.
He makes a ragged noise in the back of his throat, so sharp it makes me gasp.
God.
