Teagan could not stop kissing Gwen Heartwood. Her lips were full and smooth and utterly delicious, almost like she’d swiped a bit of that chocolate sauce on them before coming out of the refrigeration unit.
He knew he was holding her too close. Kissing her too deeply and too long. Showing too much of how he felt.
He simply didn’t care. He’d wanted this woman for as long as he could remember, and he’d finally gotten out of his own way enough to have a shot with her. She had her hands in his hair, and then along the sides of his face, and then clutching his shoulders like she might fall without having something to anchor herself to.
He threaded his hands through her hair, moving one down her back to her waist, where he pressed her closer to him. She couldn’t get close enough.
He wasn’t s
