John kissed me with intensity, exploring my mouth, his hands roaming over my body. His kiss was possessive and urgent. I gasped under the weight of his body on mine, my hands caressing his hair. He lifted himself slightly and removed the jacket he was wearing, then his shirt. I admired him in the candlelight of that room, his defined chest, the hard lines of his stomach—there wasn't an ounce of fat on him; he was all muscle, with broad, strong shoulders. He wrapped his strong arms around ...