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Kayde's mouth was demanding and tasted faintly of the wine we’d shared at dinner. I melted against him instantly, my hands sliding up his chest to grip the front of his shirt as his fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back so he could deepen the kiss.
Every touch felt electric, and Kayde walked me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. He didn’t push me down right away. Instead, he slowed the kiss, savoring it as his tongue stroked mine in long, sensual glides that made my knees weak.
“You were so good tonight,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough, and his words sent a flutter through my chest. I didn’t know how to respond, so I kissed him again, pouring everything I couldn’t say into it.
He groaned softly, the sound vibrating through me as his hands sli
