My heart pounds in my chest. Breathing, erratic.

He smells so good. A mix of cinnamon rolls, fresh from the oven and lavender.

I dipped my nose closer. Inhaling his cologne, but all I perceive is the raw unfiltered masculine musk. My body shuddered and caved deeper into his arms. I can feel his breathing becoming heavy and ragged. His left is slithered around my waist. The light brush of his fingers against my bare arm sends a wave of shivers up my spine.

My lips parted, head thrown back as I ...