Jamie’s mouth takes mine hard, like he’s been wanting this for years. He grips the back of my hair and tilts my head back, dragging his tongue along mine, and my knees go weak. His movements are urgent, hungry, insistent, and demanding. His intoxicating, masculine scent is in my nose, and I can barely breathe. I don’t even want to breathe if this is the other option. My hands move up the firm planes of his broad chest, and he groans into my mouth. Oh god. He licks into my mouth like he wants to fuck me. I’ve never been kissed like this.
