“Thank you,” I said before grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking back his head so I could suck on his Adam’s apple. He tasted really good there.
Soon, the need for words was gone as Murphy took over, grabbed my face in his hands, and took charge of my mouth like a soldier storming the battlefield. Everything about the man called to me like never before, and I let myself be swept along in a haze of lust.
We ate at each other, the flavor of cider and blueberry still sharp as I sucked on his tongue and counted his teeth. Murphy grabbed my ass and lifted me up onto my toes, and I felt lightheaded.
“Take me to my room, Murphy,” I urged, wanting him to have complete control of this encounter. We bumped into walls and photographs and each other as we stumbled down the hall to my bedroom.
