EJ walks a tightrope trying to balance Dylan’s needs against her own, but doing so is far more complicated when emotions get in the way.
So I did.
The press of my lips against his started out chaste and tentative but within seconds turned hot and passionate. His tongue mated with mine, sending me swirling into an eddy of pleasure. His palms seared my waist as he pulled me from sitting to standing, our bodies aligning in a tactile embrace. I moved my hands up his solid chest, feeling the soft flannel of his shirt, the tensing of his muscles beneath. He deepened the kiss, taking my breath away. My fingers drifted up his shoulders, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, seeking the strength of his body to touch every part of me from mouth to torso to legs to toes. His sultry scent sparked my libido, arousing every cell and atom in my being.
My subconscious niggled at me to stop the freefall, but I couldn’t. Didn’t want to. This feeling sent me to the heavens, and no one in their right mind would want to leave.