“Fuck. You taste so fucking good, and you look like a dream dressed in my shirt.” His thumb traces along my bottom lip before his mouth crashes against mine once more. His tongue sweeps across the seam, and I part for him until his large, calloused palms are cupping my face, dwarfing me in size. He’s delicious. Breaking from our kiss, he gently strokes my cheek. “What do you want from me, Luna? Because right now, I don’t know what I have to give. But I know whatever that is, I want it to be with you.”
