Promise Me Forever (The Maxwell Brothers, #1)

by Layla Hagen

me, his lips on my own, his tongue coaxing mine. He moved his hands from the small of my back to my waist. One slid toward my ass, cupping it and pushing my hips even closer into him. I groaned when his erection nudged me. Little tremors shook my body as the aftershock of pleasure reverberated through me. He groaned, deepening the kiss. I was desperate for him, for all the things he could make me feel. I opened the top button of his shirt, needing to feel skin-on-skin contact, trailing my fingers down to the next button. He covered my hand with his, and I stilled. Heat rushed through me when he pulled back and looked directly at me. “Are you sure, Lexi?” I nodded, too desperate for words. I leaned back in to kiss him. My lips barely brushed his when he took control over the kiss again. This kiss was surreal. It was like learning to breathe again, learning to live, as if I’d been in a sleepy haze until now and this was the first time I truly felt alive. Desire pulsed through my veins—a desperate need for him. Before I knew what happened, I felt my toes leave the floor. He was lifting me by my bottom. I immediately nestled my feet and ankles under his rear, pressing my inner thighs against his torso. He kept kissing me and kissing me, and I lost all sense of time and space, except that we were going up and up.