Flora’s P.O.V
Hoisting my form on top of the kitchen counter, Clay wrapped his fingers around my nape in a possessive hold and crashed his lips to mine.
Sensations flooded my bloodstream all at once as I held onto his shoulders for dear life. It was so much more than just a kiss. It was passion leashed by bone-crushing will.
Clay was holding himself back, I could feel it. But was I really ready for all of him? As his hands moved down my sides, I felt my entire body quiver with need. It was like heat all over again, but this time, specifically for Clay.
His lips moved on top of mine, at first at a slow, lazy pace before both of us got impatient. Clay used his free hand to hold me in place as he wrapped it around my lower back. His lips were soft yet firm, with a hint of the chocolate c
