Allison wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers gripping his hair. Her legs locked around his waist. His lips were hot and demanding against hers and when his tongue came out to lick her lips, they fell open in surrender. Allison met him stroke for stroke of her tongue with his, tasting his scent on his mouth.
She groaned again. Good God. This was what she'd been missing all these years? Plenty of attractive guys in her class had asked her out, and then asked again once they were out of high school, but none of them had really done anything for her. None of them had moved her. But now, here in Deucalion's arms, his body tensed and primed, she realized that maybe she never wanted someone her age.
Both her mother and father had always told her that she was mature for her age. Maybe, ju
