Nyla
We kissed harder this time.
Ezekiel’s mouth moved against mine with growing hunger, deep and passionate. I followed his lead as best as I could, whimpering softly when his tongue slid against mine in slow, sensual strokes. The kiss grew hotter, wetter, and more desperate. My hands clutched at his shirt as heat pooled low in my belly.
Without breaking the kiss, he suddenly gripped my waist and lifted me effortlessly. A surprised sound escaped me as he pulled me onto his lap, my knees straddling his thighs. Our bodies pressed flush together, and I gasped into his mouth at the new closeness.
His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, his warm palm gliding slowly up my bare spine. I shivered violently at the skin-to-skin contact, a rush of goosebumps spreading across my body. The se
