The storm howls against the windows, but inside his room the air feels thick and warm. I suck in a sharp breath, my stomach tightening, and thighs clenching in response while he holds my gaze, searching for permission in the quiet between them.
Instinctively, I take off my jacket and sweaters, leaving just a red singlet. I swing a leg over him, my knees sinking into the bed on either side of his hips, settling on his thighs. His breath hitches immediately, our breaths brushing over each other’s skin, warm and shaky. He teases me for a microsecond when my lips hover over his, and then his lips crash on mine. A deep groan swirls through my mouth, and explosions riot from our connected mouths— the flavor of mint, the scent of his skin, and the lingering sweetness of whatever he’d last tasted
