Finally giving in to his longing to taste her, he lowered his head and took her mouth. Gently at first, but when she moaned and twisted in his arms to get closer, he cupped the back of her head in one huge hand and pulled her in tighter. King deepened the kiss, ran his tongue over her perfect lips, swallowed her gasp of desire into his own mouth.
Naomi couldn’t believe how good he felt, and without one second of thought, she raised both hands to his face. His stubble rasped against her sensitive palms, and it felt better than she’d imagined. He tasted like mint and citrus, and he smelled of musk and spice, and she couldn’t get enough of him.
He kissed her over and over again, and she responded: she said yes. All female heat and need; so soft and curved against his muscle and hard planes
