“Hmm?” He presses his face into my neck, inhaling. The action causes a shiver to shoot up my spine. “I need you to kiss me first.” With a low chuckle, he pulls away to look me in the eye. One of his hands cups my cheek, and I lean into it with a smile. “Preferably right now.” “Whatever you want,” he says, leaning closer. When his lips meet mine, I moan. He smiles against my mouth, pressing his body into mine. And when he finally, really kisses me, fireworks go off in my stomach.
