Dirty and Sinful Collection
He didn’t say a word, he just crashed his mouth against mine, hungry and wild, like he’d been starving all night.
I gasped into his kiss, fingers twisting in his shirt, dragging him closer. He tasted like smoke and summer and everything I shouldn’t want. His hands found my hips, squeezed hard, lifted me so my legs wrapped around his waist. My skirt rode up, bare thighs exposed to the cool air.
“Been thinking about you all night,” he growled against my mouth, his voice shredded and raw. “Saw you watching me by the fire, biting that pretty lip.”
“I couldn’t help it,” I whispered, already breathless, hips grinding against him, seeking friction. “You make me crazy.”