“Lie back and spread your legs.” “Aren’t you going to kiss me first?” I blinked at him. My heart burned when he actually did it. He grasped the back of my neck and pressed his mouth to mine, our tongues sliding against each other. A deep, empty ache pulsed between my thighs, and I knew of only one thing that would ease it. I moaned, dug my fingers into his hair, and kissed him deeper. “So greedy,” he murmured against my lips.
