I lightly skim my tongue over his lips before venturing further into the recesses of his mouth. When our tongues touch, I feel a current shoot from my head down to my toes. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lace my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
"Where should your hands be?" he asks, narrowing his eyes. "Do not make me ask you again."
"Above my head, not in your hair."
"Precisely."
He them back over my head, then kisses the backside of my arms.
"What is your first name? You do not look like a Rita. Therefore, I will not call you by that name. Tell me what it is. I will not use it in public, only when we are alone this weekend."
My lips curl downward into a frown. The hard cold truth of his words has pulled me back to reality. This thing between us, whatever it is - l
