Chandler ran the edge of his nose along hers, and she tried not to whimper pitifully that they weren't kissing because why, why weren't they kissing? She wanted this feeling to last forever. It was the closest she'd ever come to skydiving, to bungee jumping, free-falling through the air, and her blood sang violently in her veins at how heady it all was.

He went back in with a growl, tilting his head so he could sweep his tongue against hers. They were wound so tightly around each other; her leg ...