As Alex’s mouth crashed into mine like a storm breaking against the shore, it felt wet and wild and impossible to contain. My back hit the edge of the kitchen counter as he pulled me impossibly close. His hands were spread wide across my lower back like he wanted to memorize every curve, every inch of me.
I responded with equal hunger. I tugged at the lapels of his stupidly expensive shirt and as I did so, I tried hard but failed to remember why we ever had boundaries in the first place. I couldn't believe it was I who had placed these much boundaries in the first place. It was the most crazy thing.
"God, you taste the same," he murmured against my lips and then kissed me again like he was trying to reclaim time. "Better. f**k…you taste better. What the hell have you been eating? Magi
