Tongue. A lot of tongue. And teeth, and lips, and...
Kodi tried to stay above the shock and keep her wits about her, but Bishop pulled her on top of him, and now she was awkwardly straddling his lap on the chair and what the ever loving f**k -
And holy God if he didn't smell so good. She would have had no choice but to bury her face in his neck if he weren't holding her head in place with a rough, demanding hand tangled in her hair and pressing her into him -
His other hand was clamped around her jaw, fingers digging in and forcing her to relax it if she didn't want thumb sized bruises lining her face. Hot, callused, too-big hands whose touch she actually recognized from all the times he had put them on her, but it had never been like this before -
"f**k!" he snarled when their lips s
