Under her skirt: The last Kiss
They looked too good to resist.
“God, you’re poison,” he groaned into my ear.
I bit my lip without meaning to.
“Biting your lip only makes me want to kiss you more.”
He yearned.
“Then do.”
“I’ll be back soon,” he said again, loosening his grip and turning for the door,but stopped.
And in the very next breath, he turned back, stormed toward me, and crushed his lips against mine.
The kiss wasn’t gentle, at all. It was fire meeting gasoline, clashing and consuming. His hands gripped my face with a desperation that stole the breath right out of me.I clutched at his shirt, tugging him closer like I needed him to stay or I’d drown.
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