Nicholas licked at the seam of my lips before coaxing his way into my mouth with his insistent and demanding tongue. I closed my arms around his neck, holding on as best I could while he delved and mapped my mouth like he belonged there.
Like this, it felt like he did.
His hands dropped to my waist, where he gripped me firmly. His body held me flat against the door at my back.
When we had been intimate in the past, it had been soft and slow, gentle and tender, with barely there touches and exploratory kisses. It had been a low simmer, burning over a long evening as we shyly explored each other’s bodies.
This was nothing like that.
Where that had been a simmer, this was an explosion.
His kiss was fierce, claiming. His body was everywhere against mine, yet still somehow not close enoug
