Everything was heightened. The smell of the elevator, like damp carpet. The cold press of the wall on my back. The heat of his touch and warmth of his gaze. The feel of his breath on my face before he bent low and kissed me. Oh, baby, he kissed me, slow, long strokes of his tongue and gentle touches of his lips. His heart thudded against mine through his chest, his hand moving to cover my throat. “No one,” he said, kissing down my jaw. “Has impacted my life like you.”
