Riley’s POV

Theo's hands run down my body, his arms trap me in a prison from which I don't want to escape. I feel his tongue run over my lips and skin. I breathe in slowly and my hands grip his shirt tightly. There is something different about this kiss. It seems to have to do with the way his desire is mingling with mine.

Theo lets his mouth run down to my chin. He bites it gently. I hold back a sigh. His tongue comes up, finds my mouth, but doesn't slip into it... His ...