Violet
The feeling of Sawyer´s lips on mine was like nothing I ever felt before, so sweet yet passionate, warm and chilling at the same time, simple yet complicated as my emotions were all over the place. The intense lust, need, yearn and terrible craving were just the tip of an iceberg of what I felt at the particular moment when his skilful tongue challenged mine into the battle, the dancing of his hands on my skin, the tingling sensation he left behind with his touch. He pecked my lips a few times before leaning back to look me in the eye.
I never wanted him to stop kissing me, but I knew we had a lot of work to do before dinner. I saw the pile of papers on his office desk and I also noticed the defeat and anguish in his eyes as he glanced at it. He must have hated paperwork.
I did
