Lips smacking, tongue sucking, and moans of arousal. The kitchen of my parents’ house, where only innocent memories had lived before, seemed like the sexiest place on earth with Desmond. His powerful hands picked me up by my waist and put me on the counter, knocking down some things in the action. With his velvet mouth on my mouth and his hands around my body, I couldn’t care less about a mess. My fingers dug into the back of his neck. His ability to light my mouth on fire hit ...