My Pretty Dirty Kitten
I whisper, “You’re actually a really good kisser.”
“Wanna see how much better I can get?” he whispers back, his voice low.
I know he’s teasing, but if I want this to work, I need to get used to these things.
“Maybe,” I answer, stepping onto my tiptoes and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. Just as I try to pull away, he tightens his hold, pressing closer, his tongue nudging insistently. I let him in.
“Fuck, Gia,” he groans. Before I can blink, my legs are lifted off the floor, wrapping around his waist.