I tilted my face up slightly, willing him to lower his lips to mine, to claim my mouth with his own. The tension between us was like a live wire, one pulse away from exploding, and somehow, I knew that if we kissed, it wouldn’t stop there. Couldn’t. After years of fantasizing over Blake Morrison, I needed him, all of him, a fresh throb pulsing between my thighs to accentuate the point.
