I don’t want to pull away. I step into her and tip her chin up before I slant my lips over hers. A little moan comes from her throat, and she wraps her arms around my waist. She leans into me, presses her breasts against me, and kisses me back. And every cell in my body ignites. I frame her face in my hands and devour her. She tastes like sugar and every dream I’ve had for six long, brutal months. Christ. I’ve missed touching her.
