Becca
It was a great kiss—a fifteen-years-overdue, heart-pounding, panty-melting, oxygen-starved kiss. Not that I had any doubts because we’d crossed that item off the bucket list years ago. But whereas our first kiss had been all passion and teen awkwardness, this kiss was powerful, certain, and burning hot.
This man…
This man…Blake pulled me close to him until we were pressed hard against each other. My body remembered his like it was only yesterday when I tried to convince him to be my first.
I knew I didn’t have to convince him of anything now. His hand roamed down the length of my side, his fingers wrapping around my waist, and he tightened his grip. His other hand stayed curled around the back of my neck, his thumb brushing lightly under my jaw as our tongues danced and explored
