Before I can finish, he grabs my face and his mouth crashes down on mine. A rush runs through my entire body, and I resist for a split-second out of surprise before my instincts kick in, lips parting. He seizes the access that I grant him, pushing into my mouth with a low groan that vibrates down my throat. When his tongue slides against mine, a stadium’s worth of butterflies in every color, shape, and size imaginable explode in my stomach. The flutters travel all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. Oh, I missed this.
