Sixteen
Gratitude tasted a special kind of sweet. As Kyla rose to her toes, pressing her pretty, perfect lips to his, Raleigh wrapped his arms around her and reveled in it. His whole motivation for this scheme was to take some of the weight off her shoulders. Judging by how she was kissing him, he’d succeeded. Maybe even more than he’d expected. She’d initiated, so he didn’t hesitate to kiss her back, threading his fingers in her silky hair and glorying in the feel of her body pressed close to his. If she’d made a single move toward retreat, he’d have let her go. Instead, her mouth opened against his, her tongue darting out to taste and explore. Angling his head, he deepened the kiss, wringing a little whimper from her that had his body going from zero to reporting for duty in less than t
