His blues dropped to my mouth. “Fuck I’m going to regret this.” “Regret what?” His hand slid around my neck and then he tugged me closer. My breath was a staccato in my ribcage as he dropped his head down towards mine. And then his mouth moved over mine, stealing my breath. He tasted like gin and warm male. His playful kiss coaxed me until my mouth opened beneath his. I moaned, and he groaned in response. I felt him tug me closer as he deepened the kiss. It languorously combined wicked sensation and shameless desire.
