His head leaned forward slowly. His eyes drifted between my eyes and my lips.
I could see the desire in them, almost tangible the feeling was, and it echoed through my body.
His hand went upwards and cupped my cheeks. I leaned into his touch. Everything in me told me how wrong this was.
I struggled to remember how pissed I was at him. The moment his other hand went to my waist, every coherent thought went out the window.
Our body pressed against each other, his being the anchor that kept me in place. His heated breath fanned on my face as our lips met.
My body became hyper sensitive to every touch, his essence, the only thing I could focus on.
His lips were warm and supple as they moved gently over mine. He nudged my lips until they were slightly parted, allowing his tongue to slip
