Kissing Dane always felt like a fight; one I was destined to lose. It was always me fighting for my life, trying not to drown. This time, I didn’t fight it. This time, I let myself sink in its sweet depths that promised sinful ecstasy.
Dane kissed and nipped at my lips until I was panting in need. His kiss was slow, neither rough nor eager. It was so different from what the whirlwind inside me was demanding. He hadn’t done much more than kiss me but I already felt like I was drowning in need.
For long painful moments, he did nothing more than kiss me. I raised my palm to rest on his naked chest. I could feel the beat of his heart beneath it, calling to me.
I groaned with frustration. “I want more,” I complained.
Giving a dark chuckle, Dane lifted me like I weighed nothing and tossed me
