Amelia felt dizzy the moment Daniel’s lips touched hers. For a second, as she tasted him, she involuntarily thought of the books she read, where the characters always tasted like mint. But no, his kiss didn’t taste like mint. It tasted like temptation, and when he slid his tongue along her lips, Amelia parted them, feeling like she was floating and warming up, and that her heart was about to suffer some permanent damage because it thundered in her chest.
His lips were sweet and soft, but the kiss was hot, filled with urgency, as if kissing her would solidify the idea that she was really there. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself, while Daniel slid one of his hands to the nape of her neck, keeping her where he wanted. God, he kissed her as if he would consume her right the
