The contact shot a line of fire straight through me.
He pressed me harder into the post, his thigh nudging between mine.
I swallowed a gasp.
He was very hard.
Very present.
Very *there,* pressing into the soft place at the top of my thigh.
My traitorous body arched into it.
His breath hitched.
He tore his mouth from mine, dragging in air like a drowning man.
For a second, he just stared at me.
My lips swollen.
My chest heaving.
His pupils blown wide, ringed in fierce gold.
Without thinking, I chased his mouth again.
He met me halfway.
This time, the kiss was slightly softer.
It's not less intense.
Just… "different.
Less explosion.
More sustain.
His hand gentled at my back, thumb drawing small circles into my spine.
Between kisses, his words breached the heat.
“You bel
