Clara Bennett
His lips tasted like a piece of heaven. The faint mint from his breath mixed perfectly with the warm, demanding way his mouth moved against mine. My eyes were closed shut, with no intentions of backing out or pulling away.
His hand stayed firm on the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wanted me while his other hand gripped my waist through the sparkling peach dress.
I could feel the heat of his fingers pressing into my side, pulling me closer across the leather seat. The kiss started deep and hungry, like he had been holding back for days.
His tongue brushed against my bottom lip, and I opened for him without thinking, letting him taste me fully.
A low, rough moan rumbled from his throat ... “Mmhh…” .... vibrating against my mouth.
The sound sent a rush of
