The moment his lips touched mine, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. His kiss wasn't gentle - it was demanding, all-consuming, like a man starved for water finding an oasis in the desert. His fingers tightened in my hair, not enough to hurt but enough to hold me exactly where he wanted me, and the slight edge of pain only heightened my awareness of every point where our bodies connected.
I gasped against his mouth, surprised by the intensity of it all, and he took advantage of my parted lips to deepen the kiss. His tongue swept against mine, and the taste of him - coffee and something else - it made my head spin. The arm around my waist tightened, pulling me impossibly closer until I could feel every hard plane of his chest pressed against me.
The kitchen counter dug into my lower bac
