Chapter Eighteen
Pamela was about to push him but her hands stopped in midair, she was being kissed again by Austin Garrison, and she loved it, especially because his lips tasted better than she remembered. Instead of pushing him far away from her, she found those hands of hers pulling him in further, she held the back of his neck with them, kissing him back, matching his hot kisses. Her mind told her to stop, but she shut it out instead, she opened her lips to give him enough entrance and she allowed their tongues to dance in symphony. Her hands went up to the back of his hair and she sank her fingers into them, feeling their softness and silkiness. Pamela pushed him to catch her breath, creating a little distance between their faces.
"How about that? You enjoyed this as much as I did,
