Undeterred, I flick my tongue across his mouth, then almost moan with victory when a low groan vibrates in his chest, stimulating my breasts pressed tightly against him. I clench my fingers in his hair and tug, silently demanding that he give me his tongue. And he does. He tastes glorious. Delicious. A hint of tequila mixed with dark chocolate. Our mouths fuse in a drugging kiss, and we breathe each other in. My senses bask in the heady scent, flavor, warmth and everything else about him. White-hot lust pumps through my veins, and I rock against him, my body so wet. “You do things to me,” I
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