As we kissed, I realized I could never get used to the way his touch set me on fire. Every place his hands moved over my skin burned with heat, sending shivers down my spine.
I shifted, straddling him, my knees pressed against his thighs. He leaned back onto the bed, and I bent forward, my breath catching when I felt the press of him hard, steady, and impossibly close. The sound that escaped me was half gasp, half sigh, and he seized the moment, deepening the kiss. His tongue slid against mine, slow at first, then desperate, until I could barely think straight.
Goodness gracious… this was heaven.
My fingers found the hem of his shirt and pushed it upward and he tugged it over his head before I even realized what I was doing. His warmth met my palms, smooth and solid beneath my touch. Hi
