Laura
Oz’s hands cupped my ass as he kissed me with such abandon that it took my breath away. It was like he couldn’t wait to get me inside my small apartment so decided that having a hot and heavy make out session right up against my front door was the way to go about it. Not that I could blame him. From the moment he started kissing me outside the bar, I had been panting for him.
Sexual attraction sparked between us, practically primal in its intensity. But it was more than that. I felt a connection to him that couldn’t be denied. And I knew he felt the same.
“Oz.” Sucking his bottom lip between my teeth, I bit down, drawing a low guttural moan from his lips. His eyes flashed in the dark doorway, golden and bright.
“Damn woman, you keep doing that and I’m going to f**k you right here
