ELIZA’S POV
Alexander’s lips on mine felt like heaven.
He tasted sweet. He tasted like everything I had ever wanted. I could get drunk on his kisses alone.
Every inch of my skin tingled as he touched me. His hands traced a slow, teasing path along my waist.
His fingers were light as feathers yet they caused a fire wherever they touched. My heart was pounding so loudly that I could hear it.
I could barely think as his lips claimed mine. The kiss was soft yet passionate.
Slowly, our tongues rolled together and in that moment, I forgot how to breathe or how to think.
It was a kiss that left no room for doubt about what he wanted. Alexander’s kisses were intoxicating. It was so overwhelming that my knees were weak beneath me.
As his hand slid to the small of my back,
