Chapter Three––––––––
He’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s doing.
Drunk or not, he sure knew how to kiss. Crushing her against his chest, he kissed her hungrily. He angled his head, swiped his tongue over her lips, and she opened. He delved in, exploring her mouth. Her knees grew weak. As she tried to steady herself with her arms around his neck, he gripped her tighter, holding her, lifting her until her toes barely scraped the floor.
Carla had never had a kiss like that before. She melted, her body boneless, as desire flamed up inside. Her mind shut off, and her libido took charge. She pushed her hips up, feeling his erection through his jeans and hers. His passion took her breath away.
Finally, he broke, glassy eyes staring at her, soundlessly mouthing, “I’m sorry.” He turned and st
