Celeste;
Heartbeat pounding, breaths shivering, I brace myself, my fingers curling against the knob as I swing it down; the door flips open and a gasp tears out of my throat.
But before I can complete the action, a warmth sweeps down on me. Muscles and everything manly.
His woodsy scent, the hard press of his chest against mine, the burn of his fingers on my nape.
His eyes…they sear me hot and cold. Smoke and sin are all I read in them before his lips trap mine, biting down on my flesh as he groans into my mouth.
My back arches, gasping into his throat when the sting of it flares my nerves to life. Static crackling in my veins.
The sound is unholy, but oh dear God do I want to hear more of it.
Everywhere he touches me burns. Even as he grips the sides of my waist and pulls me flush with his body, I feel the tightness of his torso, muscles bunching beneath his shirt.
