The force of his mouth felt as though it would bend me over backward, so I pushed back with body, lips, and tongue to keep from tipping over. And to drink him in just as deep. His warm cinnamon taste rushed heat to every single part of my body. The feel of him pressed so close to me ignited that buzz touch I'd fought so hard lately to pretend I didn't want.

Because I did want it. I wanted to go on kissing him for hours, yet thoughts of Tram zipped through my head, and I felt ...