His lips were on mine before I could dissect his statement. His tongue peered out when I gasped at the sensation. His hand moved down, stroking my spine before it rested on my lower back. He held me tight as his other hand cradled my hand, keeping me still as he kissed me fervently. If he hadn't held me up, I would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.

I was on fire and I moaned from the intensity that spread from my head to the toes.

He groaned as he pulled away, leaving us both panting and ...