My fingers feather over my lips as they still tingle from the kiss.
His eyes bore into mine as his tongue darts out and glides over his lower lip. His nostrils flare.
“I can still taste you,” he rasps.
Wondering if I can taste him, I lick my lips as well.
“f**k,” he growls as he slips his hands around the back of my neck and yanks me to him.
This time, the kiss isn’t gentle or soft. It’s rough and demanding. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he truly tastes me for the first time. He hums, and I feel the reverberations as I wrap my arms around his neck.
He walks forward, pushing me back until I hit the wall behind me. He changes the angle of his face just slightly and then kisses me even harder.
Our teeth click once, which is what finally has him slow down.
His palms move over my
