Mackenzie’s POV
My mind goes blank, I’m aware of nothing other than the fact that Callan Hownell’s lips are on mine. A soft moan crawls up my throat without my permission, the sound desperately wanton as I blindly place my hands behind me and grip on to the worktop.
I can feel the heat of his body against my own, burning me through the thin shirt I’m wearing, and as he shifts slightly, one hand moving to cup my face, the bulge in his jeans against my stomach flairs heat straight to my core.
Callan deepens the kiss, his tongue stroking against my own in a sensual dance that is dominating yet coaxing, urging me to follow his lead. His other hand moves to the curve of my back, fingers bunching in the fabric of my shirt as he tugs me closer to him, holding my curves against his hard, muscul
