This time, there was urgency in the kiss I gave him. Hunger had my body on fire, and I needed my fill of him before we made a move to do anything else. The shit I wanted to do to him, that I wanted done to me, did it have to be done in my ex’s bedroom? Absolutely not. Was there something poetic about my desire to do so after watching this delicious man in front of me defend me the way he did? Hell fucking yes.
