When their lips met, Gary groaned involuntarily and his heart surged back to life. His body knew that this was the real thing, not a dream or a vanishing image. He also knew that it was right…so perfect. At long last he felt that he was home. Her arms crept around his neck and she moved closer to him. Her body reacted instantly and she molded herself to him. His hand traced a trail from her temple to her breast. As he drew a pattern over it through the cotton shirt, Kristina moaned. Her lips parted as his tongue skimmed the soft surface of her mouth. Her tongue left the confines of her own mouth and began to dance with his. Gary could feel himself hardening even before she opened her mouth to allow his tongue to taste her. Her n****e stiffened under his attention and his hand slid under
