It’s only a moment because once his soft, plush lips move along mine, I turn fully toward him and let him smooth his hand around my tiny waist as my lips move along his.

Damn, he tasted like tequila and gin. Something about the way his lips tightened on mine made me smile.

His hands grew tighter on my waist as my fingers race to hold his back. I stepped in closer, my mouth parting just slightly. He parted his as well while my other hand fell to his chest.

He drew me ...