CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Luke's hands slide up my shoulders to the back of my neck, his thumb and index finger arching at my chin as he kisses me back with a passion that equals mine. I feel the tip of his tongue teasing along the seam of my bottom lip before it slips into my mouth. I moan when his tongue graze the tip of my own, passing on the minty scent that seems to be rushing in torrents to the back of my brain.

I grip his shirt tighter, feeling like I am about to burst into flames here and now. My legs are weak, and I am scared that I may not be able to withstand this sweet torment for long. As if sensing my thoughts, Luke grabs my thighs and lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist, and I marvel at how my body just clings to his.

He turns us around so that my back presses to the wall that was behind him, never breaking our kiss. My arms wrap around his neck for support, and I arch my body to his, feeling his hands as they roughly caress my back. Bolts of electricity zap down my spine, and I moan, lovi