The first touch of his lips upon hers felt electric and burning all at once. Lila could feel the heat radiating off Blake, even through the thick knit sweater that he wore, and she wondered if she felt similarly warm.
Her hands wandered up from where she had crossed them against the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair and then coming back down to caress the line of his jaw, trailing across the sharp curve of his high cheekbones. His lips felt interestingly soft and plush, she thought hazily, as she instinctively chased a tentative lick of his tongue with hers.
His hands slipped under her shirt to rest on her back, and the contact felt like a brand across her skin.
”Bed?” he asked, lowly, when they finally separated for breath. Lila had never heard Blake’s voice this husky, a
