“Just this once,” he says almost more to himself than to me. “Just one moment.” Then he leans down and kisses me. It’s the kind of kiss that I’ve been dying for since I was born. His lips are supple, his touch tender. He strokes my hair gently. He licks my lips—a probing, wet glide—then touches my tongue with his. Electric sensations zip from the tip of my tongue down to my toes and back again.
