ELIZABETH
Winston's kiss was deep and possessive.
His mouth moved over mine and his tongue took over my mouth, consuming me completely.
His left hand moved from my face down my neck cradling me close to him and I was lost.
His other hand grabbed my waist and held me tightly to his body. I could feel his arousal growing.
My hands were still on my chest but I could feel my reluctance slipping away the more I hungered for him. Why was I staying away from him?
I just needed him that very instant. I had never felt this intensely with Jameson. Jameson. Thinking of his name felt like dousing myself with cold water
What were you doing, Elizabeth?
I jerked and pushed away from him.
“What the f**k do you think you doing?” I yelled, putting some much needed distance between us.
“Nothin
