Goodness Gracious!... His lips were so soft, hell! they were even softer than mine. They were soft yet strong, powerful and demanding. They were exactly as I remembered from the last kiss...no, no they were even better. Unlike the last time, I wasn't drunk and I wouldn't forget this kiss when dawn breaks.
His mouth was insatiable. They parted slightly devouring mine like a starved animal would devour its prey. His lips claimed mine in a race of burning in need sending shivers upon shivers down my back and every part of me. My knees were weak and my hand fell limp to my side but still, I was pressed against a rock-hard body that I could still feel even through the thick fabric of his suit. His strong arms held me in place.
I felt drunk. Drunk of him. Heat filled my body from head to toe
