EMMALINE
An explosion of fire bursts within me, spreading from my stomach to the tips of my fingers. My blood tingles, sizzles, like it’s been set alight. I can’t breathe.
Then his lips crush against mine again.
It’s too much. Too intense. My first instinct is to push him away. I press both palms flat against his chest, meaning to shove him as hard as I can, but then he nips at my bottom lip and follows it with a slow, gentle lick. The sharp sting fades into something sinful. A moan rises from deep in my chest before I can stop it.
My fingers curl on their own, dragging down the hard lines of his stomach, stopping only when I reach his belt buckle. His muscles jump under my touch. He hisses into my mouth, and then his tongue slides in—wet and hot—and I feel the answering glide between
