Something a bit more tender than I’d like uncoils inside me, and I kiss him so I don’t have to think about it too much. I submerge myself in the lust coursing through my body, willing the heat to burn away any sliver of tender or complicated feelings. I suck on his tongue, nip his lower lip, pinch his nipple. His rough groan inflames me, and I know what I want. “I want you naked,” I say, pulling back. “And I want you hard and thick and pumping in my mouth, your back against the wall. I want you hot and mindless. I want to feel you come in my mouth—”
