His lips were soft and firm at the same time. Taking my cue, Owen deepened the kiss and pushed into me. Thank heaven for that wall. His hands moved to my hair, my face and I gasped as I heard a low moan escape him. His tongue began to dance with mine, sweet and rough at the same time. We were trying to carefully explore each other, but the passion kept overtaking the moment, leaving us breathless again. It was dizzying. I didn’t want to stop. I clung to him, needing him closer. Too soon he broke apart from me, resting his forehead on mine, both of us panting heavily, unable to speak.
