His warm breath tickled over my cheek, and I smiled into it as if drunk on his touch. He grazed his fingertips up past my chin and smiled with me, then kissed me again. His hand slid through my hair to the back of my neck, his mouth harder, rougher. He parted my lips with his tongue, and my whole body felt his kiss.

With a gasp, I placed my hands against his chest, and thankfully he didn't take that as a sign that I was pushing him away. He leaned me back into the pillows on ...