Our mouths crash together. He’s pressing me back into this tree in a way that makes my legs weak, makes it hard to stand. But he gets an arm around my waist, steadying me. Tilts his head to kiss me deep, licks my tongue with his, moans into my mouth like a man starved for this very thing. And this time, I meet him pace for pace. Sucking his lips between mine and breathing him in, that smell of pine and wood and lake he must smell on me too.
