Chapter Fourteen
Mack
Just before I dipped my head and claimed her mouth, Ash placed her hand on my bare chest, right over my heart. It leaped toward her touch, almost as if it recognized the source of my muddled uncertainty, confusion, and absolute desire and need.
She dipped her head and leaned forward, her lips landing at the juncture between my collarbones, pressing a warm and soft kiss in the divot there. That subtle touch was like a brand, sizzling through my skin, the heat of it spiraling into the l**t drumming through my body.
And then my hand was sliding into her hair and tangling in the silky strands. I cupped her nape, angled her head to the side, and fit my mouth over hers. She let out a soft moan the moment our lips collided, her mouth opening to invite my tongue inside. T
