A brass door handle dug into my back, but I didn’t care. I clasped both sides of his face and parted his lips with my tongue. A groan left him, deep and rumbling, evoking a shiver. His hands found my hips, pulling my chest flush with his. His tongue skirted over mine, and I heard him whisper, “Have you ever kissed someone before?” I was too far gone to give a damn about embarrassment, so I shook my head and carefully licked his upper lip. Another groan, this one softer, accompanied a harsh exhale that heated my skin and tongue. “I find that hard to believe, but I also don’t.” He squeezed my
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