He pulled me closer to him, both of us already soaked, and then he crashed his lips against mine, making me lose all coherent thought. He kissed me harder, rougher, one hand tangled in my hair while the other cupped my jaw, tilting my face so he could deepen the kiss. My toes curled from the intensity of it. No one—absolutely no one—had ever kissed me like this before. I was seriously losing my mind.
I kissed him back.
I wasn't going to pretend I didn't enjoy a good kiss, and the feeling building inside me was impossible to ignore. It would have been cruel to myself not to enjoy this heated moment. So I kissed him back and tried to match his rhythm, letting myself get swept up in it.
Eventually, I tapped his chest, silently asking him to let me go. After a few more lingering kisses, he
