An explosion of fire spread from my stomach to the top of my fingers. My body tingled. I couldn't breathe.
The press of his lips against mine hit me with such intensity. My first response was to push him away. I brought my palm up to shove him as hard as I could, but when he nipped at my bottom lip and then licked it, soothing the sharp sting with his tongue, want to fill my veins with boiling water. A man traveled up my throat. My fingers curled, and I scraped my nails down his stomach stopping at his belt buckle.
He hissed against my lips and then slid his tongue inside my mouth. I felt that wet glide between my legs.
His lips left mine after I'd only had a single taste of him while he nipped and sucked at my throat and collarbone. I suddenly wondered how many other women he kissed to
