His touch felt like embers from a close burning fire as he wrapped one hand within my hair and the other around my waist. Feeling wanted by someone like Luke was more than I could explain, but made me feel wanted in a way I never knew I needed. His lips devoured my skin, his touch was fire to my already yearning body, and his presence was enough to drown me in the thought of only him. I could tell with each kiss, each graze of his fingertips, and each groan that he was not a novice when it came to women...but I didn't care for the number of those that came before me. I was just pleased to be the one for now.
His fingers slid down to my pants, tearing at the fabric as our tongues came together in a perfect French kiss. My arms stretched behind his head, I could feel him excite beneath me
