Laura parted her lips, as she embraced Ethan in. His cold fingers alighted on her soft skin, and the sound of fireworks burst like showers in their ears. From this close, she could smell the shampoo of his hair, could smell his soft skin, and she fought the urge to bite his lips hard.
She wanted to taste him vividly, like she was a vampire, needing his urgent blood. She could not wait to feel him in her again. Her hands, roamed up his shirt, touching the scars she so much loved to feel, loving the contrasting roughness and smoothness of his skin.
His hand cupped her breast lightly, and she gasped, as another of his hand threaded into her hair, brown waves pouring over his fingers. Their kiss grew hungrier, tongues dashing in and out, exchanging warmth and the sweetness of the wine they'
