(Leigh’s POV)
My eyes close when Alex brushes his soft lips into my mouth. I expect a quick kiss, a good night kiss, but he starts nipping, playfully biting my lower lip, cascading down a tingling sensation to my core. This has never happened to me before, but marrying Alex, my body seemed to tell me I have needs. His huge hand glides slowly on my nape, making my hair in my arms and legs rise, while his other hand caresses my face.
“You’re driving me crazy, Leigh,” he breathes, and when I part my lips, his tongue enters my mouth, challenging my tongue to duel with him. I know I am not a good kisser, but I accept his challenge, but as I duel with his tongue, a moan of pleasure escapes my mouth, drowning me in a pool of awaiting bliss.
He kisses me deeply and passionately, burning my ski
