~ JOHN-PAUL ~
The moment JP’s lips touched hers, his entire being shook, humming as if he mainlined electric current.
His hands trembled as he took her face and pulled her in, laying his mouth over hers with a groan that was half-heat, and half-soul-aching-relief.
Lark’s hands tightened on his arms and she made a tiny noise in her throat that sparked a fire in his belly.
Letting one hand slide into her hair and the other follow her sweet curves to her waist, he pulled her in until they were pressed together from knee to chest, smiling into the kiss when Lark’s breath sucked in and she hesitantly, but enthusiastically, arched into him.
Kissing her was like drinking honey, sweet, and rich. What she lacked in finesse, she made up for with tender eagerness. When he let his tongue curl aga
