Sapphire
Zade’s kiss doesn't come as a surprise; after all, he’s been giving me heated looks and acting like I’ve been doing a slow striptease for him from the moment we got off the plane.
The way he kisses doesn’t surprise me either. It's hard and dominant. Like he was born and trained to do it.
It’s the way I’m reacting to it that throws me, kissing him back with a fervor that shocks me. I would blame it on being in the Druid’s Clubhouse, a place that somehow drains you of all your inhibitions. Or perhaps it’s the fact that Zade is kissing me like he wants to devour me, his tongue boldly tangling with mine in a rhythm that’s too tantalizing not to follow.
He tastes good. Wild. Mint and something sweet, like caramel. It’s a blend I don’t think I’ll ever forget. It feels like it’s alre
