That Night
His lips crashed to mine, ending my sentence along with my incessant wondering of how his kiss would feel—spine-tingling, clit-pulsing, heat-spreading, glorious perfection.
A moan left me, my hips undulating against him as I ran my hands around his neck and wound my fingers into his soft hair. A moan vibrated in his chest and his kiss became harder, deeper, as he drew me impossibly closer, bending me until I surrendered all thoughts.
“How many people do you think have had sex in here tonight?” I asked when we parted.
His hips continued to rock against me, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. “As long as I’m one of them, I don’t give a fuck.”