I pound my hands against Kent at first, desperate to get away, but he holds me steadily against him with that arm wrapped around my waist, with that steady hand wrapped in the hair at the base of my neck. I am locked in place as he moves his mouth against mine, his movements slow, controlled, taking his time as he explores the contours of my lips. Savoring the experience.
A breathless moment passes and then, damn it, but my body betrays me.
I stop beating at him with my fists, distracted, suddenly, but the incredible softness of his lips, the expert way they slide over mine, at the feel of his tongue moving exploratively over my bottom lip. I feel my own mouth fall open at this, obeying his demand for entry, allowing him to slide that tongue into my mouth and press it urgently against
