His lips crash against mine, hungry and desperate. It’s as if he can’t get enough of my taste, and the truth is, I can’t get enough of his. My arms lift until they wrap around his neck, fingers sinking into his disheveled hair. His in turn roam my body, stroking down my back until he cups my ass in his hands, pulling me closer to him. Once flush against his hard chest, he deepens the kiss, if that’s even possible.
