Eight
Oh God, she’d missed this.
She’d only had Keegan for one night but, apparently, that had been enough to make him an addiction.
Her body pressed up against his and every nerve ending got an immediate jolt of adrenaline that zipped through her like lightning. Moaning into his mouth, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she clung to him.
As her n*****s tightened into hard, sensitive points, she wanted to tell him to put his hands there. Wanted him to unbutton her plain cotton shirt so he could get to her skin.
But she didn’t want to break the kiss.
Instead, she shoved one hand into his shaggy waves and wrapped the strands around her fingers, curling around them so he couldn’t get away.
Not that he seemed to be thinking about getting away.
He kissed her like he wanted to devour
