Chapter Nine
Ash
Mack slanted his mouth over mine on the heels of a low growl. I gasped at the feel of him pressing against me, his strength surrounding me. The moment my lips opened under his, he muttered something into our kiss right before his tongue swept into my mouth.
I was wound so tight from pushing against the want and need spinning inside that it was glorious. The pure relief of finally giving in and pouring myself into this kiss was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Mack’s big palm slid up to cradle my cheek as his other hand tangled roughly in my hair. The contrast of rough and gentle stirred the flames higher and higher. Our tongues twined roughly. This kiss was almost angry.
I’d never felt quite like this before—literally burning up with need. The startling acceptanc
