Gianna gasped against my mouth, hands pushing at my chest, trying to speak—but I didn’t give her the chance. I backed her up until her spine hit the tree behind her, and I pressed into her, trapping her there as my tongue slid against hers, claiming her mouth like a man gone mad.
She whimpered, stunned, wide-eyed but she didn’t pull away. Not really. I had no idea I missed the taste of her already…missed her already. And I couldn’t stop. Not when the taste of her was finally on my tongue. Not when her lips parted willingly and her fingers tangled in the front of my shirt like she didn’t know if she wanted to pull me closer or shove me off.
When I finally broke the kiss, we were both panting. Her lips were swollen, eyes glassy in the moonlight. Mine couldn’t leave her face.
“What…” she b
