Kyer’s lips were soft and warm and slightly damp. Unlike Brin’s kisses, his were harsh and forceful, demanding, and I succumbed to him without hesitation. My mouth opened beneath his, and he licked into me with a wild taste I wouldn’t soon forget. While I had dreamed of this moment, I had never been able to give it the depth or life it took on when it actually happened. Suddenly I was glad to be leaning against the concrete wall, because my knees went weak and I would’ve fallen if something wasn’t holding me up.
A hand glanced over my stomach, tentative at first, then latched around my waist and pulled me against Kyer’s body. He felt as hard and lean as I remembered, and I ached to feel every inch of him held to me. Our kiss deepened, and I gasped when we finally broke apart, as if I’d fo
