"Seriously, what does that even mean? Do we all have a specific taste?" I nearly jumped out of my skin when his tongue licked a wet trail up my neck and his lips captured mine in a searing kiss. "Do you like when I push you away?" I shoved at him again and he stayed in place. I didn't want him to move and I was glad he didn't. I liked how he held steady, the strain and struggle between us. I clutched him closer to me and inhaled. A low growl rumbled in his chest. "You could say that."
