My lips part, and his tongue meets mine. The taste of him is dark and clean, like night air and mint. The kiss deepens, losing any semblance of hesitation. The scent of amber embracing me. It's all hunger now. My fingers claw at the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.
A low sound rumbles in his chest, and one of his hands slides from my hip to the small of my back, pressing our bodies together. I can feel the hard length of him against my stomach, and a fresh, aching heat pools low inside me.
We're moving, stumbling backward without breaking the kiss. My knees hit the edge of the bed, and we fall onto the soft duvet in a tangle of limbs. My hands are at his belt, fumbling with the buckle, my movements clumsy and urgent.
He groans into my mouth as my fingers finally find their way past leather and fabric, wrapping around his hard, silken heat. The sound he makes… it unravels me.
