His lips land on mine like he’s kissed me a million times in the Red Room of the White House. His other arm encircles me, his hand is hot and searing on the bare skin of my back. My body is frantic—I can’t help but whimper. When I do, his tongue dips in and I taste him for the first time. He tastes like my Whitetail Cabernet mixed with something else all his own.
