I melt, right here in my entryway with my light-socket hair, I melt into a giant puddle of swoon. One hand clasped to his chest, I trail my other hand to his lapel and grip tightly, not wanting him to go anywhere. At first he’s slow, methodically learning the way around my lips. But I can sense the minute he’s familiar from the way his tongue enticingly runs along my lips, parting them automatically. A low growl erupts from him as he pulls me even closer and his tongue dives into my mouth, seductively sending chills up and down my body, capturing me into a wave of bliss.
