My body sang with lust at the mention of those two words.
His face slowly lifted and my hands found their way to the back of his head. Tip-toeing, my lips met with Jacob’s, obeying my husband’s command.
This time our kiss was different. I was the one who kissed him first. At first, I went in wanting to claim dominance, but I couldn't. Jacob was more skilled than me. In a short amount of time, he had claimed back his dominance.
I felt his hand on my bare skin and it almost earned a moan from me. Almost. His hand caressed my back, using the cut out of the dress to his advantage. Felicia was a wise woman. This dress was just perfect.
His lips felt perfect against mine, like they were made solely for this purpose and nothing else. Nothing could beat this. Not eating. Not talking. Nothing.
