Zavi Covillie
I f*****g kissed her.
I knew this would ruin me—there was no way I could kiss her and not want more. I had resisted her charms long enough.
My lips moved over hers, claiming her, marking her, molding her mouth to mine so that I would be the only one she thought of.
I tasted every inch of her lips until she was stained with me. My arms slid around her, one hand gripping her ass as I pulled her into my lap. Her arms curled around my neck, her body melting against me.
I felt her bare stomach press against my abs, her creamy thighs encircling my waist as she straddled me.
We were breathless, our lips only parting to steal air from each other. It was wrong—this wasn’t how I had imagined our first time. I wanted it to be special, a moment she’d never forget. But right now, I
