SWEET SPOT
Our bodies pressed flush together, and I gasped into his mouth at the new closeness.
His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, his warm palm gliding slowly up my bare spine. I shivered violently at the skin-to-skin contact, a rush of goosebumps spreading across my body. The sensation was electric. I had to break the kiss, pulling back with a shaky breath.
We stared at each other, our faces inches apart, both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with passion, pupils blown wide. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.