There was no conscious thought as he lowered his face and his lips brushed over mine, soft and full. Heat shot through me at the contact. It was everything and somehow, not quite enough. Pushing onto my tiptoes once more, I deepened the kiss, twisting my fingers in his hair. My tongue ran over his lips, demanding entry. He complied and his tongue tangled with mine. Cal growled deeply as something in him seemed to snap. His fingers dug into my hips, almost to the point of pain, as he returned my kiss with fervour.
