Andrea leans down and brushes her lips against Lance’s jaw. He grabs her wrist before she can pull away.
“Not there,” he says. He points at his lips, “Here. For five minutes.”
Andrea leans in and brushes her lips against his. She slides her hand up the back of his neck and runs her fingers through his hair, licking his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. He opens his mouth and their tongues tangled. His hands grab her waist and he gently nibbles her lip. She moans into his mouth.
The kiss deepens and she feels an intense need rising in the pit of her stomach. She straddles his lap and slips her hands under his shirt, pulling him closer. His skin is smooth and warm under her fingers, and the muscles in his back seem to ripple at her touch. She grinds her hips against him, feeling his d
