“Every night,” he promised. She leaned close. He leaned close, and their lips met. They’d been taking their relationship slow up until this point. Both had been damaged almost beyond repair, so who could blame them?
But this time she pressed her lips against his insistently, kissing with a passion she could never remember feeling before. His lips were soft and wet on her own, and one of his hands came around her body and pulled her close, his hand almost as large as her entire chest. She collapsed into him, wrapping her own arms tightly around his neck.
She moved a hand up his shirt, across his toned stomach, his chiseled chest, and all over his body. One of his hands went up the back of her shirt, dancing across her bare flesh, and it had been so long since she’d felt another man
