Marcus was probably going to hell, but he didn’t care. Anything was worth the feeling of Ava’s lips beneath his. Anything was worth the way she moaned when his teeth scraped against her bottom lip and the way she pressed herself against him when his tongue brushed against hers. She tasted incredible, and he only craved her more when he breathed in her scent of lime, honey, and cumin.
He didn’t care that he was eleven years older than her or that he was supposed to be keeping his distance. He only cared about the feel and taste of her lips and the sounds of her quiet gasps. All that mattered was how good it felt to have her in his arms.
He’d stopped fighting his attraction to her, and with every second they kissed, the chances that he would be able to forget how incredible it felt becam
