“Kiss me.”
Caleb’s words barely fell out of his mouth before I pressed my lips to his, devouring him as though he would be the last thing I ever took in. And he kissed me as though his very life depended on it, at first, with a sweet tenderness that soon became something primal. His fingers lacing with mine tightened while his body pressed me hungrily into the wall, his other hand still on the small of my back. He tasted like spearmint, consuming all my senses as I sunk into his arms, lifting my free arm around his neck to keep me steady.
His lips upon mine, albeit briefly, felt like a heavenly delight I knew would be snatched away at any second, so we both fell into each other wholeheartedly. I poured every ounce of myself into him, the heated desire for more boiling within me, tempting
