She kisses me again, tilting her head, her lips parting in an invitation I happily accept. My hands slide around her, dipping under the hem of her sweater until they’re flat against her skin, warm and soft as silk. Her back arches and she leans into me, pressing close as she deepens the kiss, her tongue brushing against mine. The fact that she’s controlling this, guiding me to what she wants is as sexy as it is intoxicating. Right now, in this moment, I’d do anything for her. Anything she wants. That’s the kind of power she has over me.
