Anna’s POV“You feel so good,” he mumbled, his other hand sliding down my neck, over the strap of the camisole. His fingers traced the lace edge. “Missed you tonight. All those people…”His mouth found mine.It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was hungry and searching, all tongue and heat and the faint taste of beer. A moan vibrated in my throat, unbidden. My hands, which had been pressed defensively to his chest, curled into his shirt. I kissed him back. I poured every ounce of my secret, years-long longing into it, my lips moving against his with a desperation I’d never dared show.He groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed against my lips. “You’re so… intense tonight.”His hands were everywhere, mapping my body through the thin fabric. He pushed the comforter down, his palms skating over my ribs, my waist, settling on my hips. He rocked against me, and I could feel the hard length of him through his jeans, pressing insistently against my core. A fre
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