My response falters when his hand finds the back of my neck, pulling me closer and still holding me. He runs his free hand up and down my bare arm, which I assume is an attempt to make sure I am not physically harmed. My body registers the trail of sparks, the tips of your fingers on fire on my naked body, as my mind becomes aware that your sensual mouth is just a whisper away from mine. My lips part and my breath catches as he moves his hand up the line of my neck and then uses the back of it to run his fingers gently down my face.
I do not have time to register the confusion mixed with a strong dose of desire that surges through me when I hear him murmur: — Oh, f**k . —seconds before his mouth was on mine. I gasp in utter shock, my lips parting a fraction as his mouth absorbs the sound,
