“I need to kiss you.” His lips trail to my jaw, leaving soft kisses before making his way up until he’s back on my mouth. God, this man can kiss. Just the brush of our tongues together makes me weak, lightheaded. He does things to me I don’t even know how to explain. It’s like I’m alive with him, like every one of my bones vibrate whenever he’s around. “No,” I say, attempting to catch my breath. “I’m not letting you waste time with me.”
