Daisy
The world was still spinning from my o****m when Enrique lifted his head. His mouth glistened with me, his lips curved into a sinful smirk that made my stomach twist with equal parts embarrassment and desire.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice raw.
I swallowed hard, still trembling, but some deep part of me, the reckless, hidden part, whispered that I wanted more. Needed more.
I reached for him, my fingers brushing his jaw, and whispered, “Then show me.”
For a heartbeat, his phoenix eyes searched mine, filled with something more than lust. It was hesitation, maybe even fear. But the moment my hips lifted in silent invitation, his restraint snapped.
He kissed me again, deep and consuming, and the taste of myself on his lips only made the heat between my
