She stood on tiptoes and, after a brief, agonizing moment, brushed her mouth against mine. That was it. A single brush, and the leash on my restraint snapped. One hand dove into her hair, cupping the back of her head while her arms circled around my neck. The other pushed us back against the wall until our bodies molded into each other. I didn’t give a fuck who was watching. No one else except her existed in this moment, and I couldn’t get enough of her—the softness of her lips, the sweetness of her taste, the little moans and gasps as I explored her mouth with the hunger of a man starved.
