With a desperate cry, I turn and pull him to stand. And then he’s kissing the life out of me, feeding me the taste of myself as I thread my fingers into the thick silk of his hair. We’re out of control, hands everywhere, tongues clashing, bodies grinding in search of more contact. Hearts pounding hard together. “This,” I gasp against his mouth, emotion I can’t explain surging through me. “This is what I need.” Pulling back, he meets my eyes, looks down at my mouth and shakes his head. “You’re what I need.” I swallow past the knot in my throat. Because yes.
