Irene POV
His hands came to my butt and he cupped it as he placed me on top of the kitchen counter We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. He slips his tongue inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced with him, it’s another different feeling and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolved into his. My fingers gripped his hair and I pulled him closer, wanting more of him. My veins began to throb and my heart exploded in my chest. I have never wanted anyone this way before. Ever. I have never craved someone’s kisses and touches as much as I craved Antonio’s.
We pulled away, our foreheads resting against the other as we began to pant harshly, trying to catch our breath.
