He lays on his back, snuggling me against his side, and pulls me in for a kiss. It starts out soft and sweet, a gentle exploration of mouths, but quickly turns fierce. I can't get enough of him, of his tongue, teasing against mine. I can't get enough of the way he holds me, as if he never wants to let me go. Hot arousal floods through me, and by the time we pull apart, gasping for breath between each kiss, I'm rubbing up against him, needing more. "Jade," he groans. "Beautiful, sweet Jade. You're going to let me touch you all over, aren't you?"
