Forbidden Kiss
I could taste the salt of his skin and the faint, bitter hint of the whiskey he must have had on the flight, mixing with the sheer, unadulterated need.
My hand automatically flew to his chest.
He captured my hand, pinning it against the frantic beat of his heart, and momentarily broke the kiss. I opened my eyes, meeting the dark fire in his.
“You will not hear me say sorry tomorrow, Maia. I am done being careful with you,” he whispered fiercely against my lips.
Bago pa ako makasagot, he claimed my lips again—harder, deeper—pulling me into a storm I knew I no longer wanted to escape.
Bab Populer