“One kiss, Ryan,” she murmurs. “For the rainy days to come.” “One kiss,” I repeat. Making my move, I drop my face down to hers, my parted lips meeting hers. We both breathe in as we kiss. This isn’t a peck or a chaste brushing of lips. No, it’s a searing. A supernova. Our mouths open, and then she’s moaning into me. It’s the sweetest sound of aching need. She wants me. Wants this. The realization has me ready to break our agreement. I want to haul her against me, sling her onto this counter, and bury myself inside her. I want to worship her, please her, make her scream my name as we come
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