She expected questing. Perhaps an exploratory, almost schoolboy feel to his kiss.
She received neither.
Ethan’s kiss blew her mind.
All ability to think fragmented as she experienced the powerful intensity behind his thrusting tongue. He didn’t kiss her, he possessed her, drawing a response out of her whether she wanted to give one or not. The heat of his skin beneath her fingertips, the tickle of his hair as she grabbed for his shoulders and slid her hand up into his wayward locks, the smell of desire—overpowering desire—entered her nostrils and flooded through her system until her body sang with a need so great she moaned deep into his mouth.
Youth be damned.
This man knew how to kiss.
Caution disappeared; everything disappeared but the need to respond. And she did with a primal hunger she never knew existed inside her. She explored the moist interior of his mouth in a frenzied effort to devour his sweet flavor, bruising his lips and her own with the ferocity of their combined responses.
“God, woman, you’re unbelievable.” His words sounded rough-edged and breathless as they separated for a moment, both gasping for air. “Like a tiger.”
“Right back at ya, country boy,” she managed, then his lips were over hers again, tasting her, taking what she had to give, taking more than she had. Demanding it all. Her hands raked down his back, staking her own claim. He shuddered against her as she marked him, and let out a faint moan that she inhaled deep inside. Her whole body was on fire and the wet slickness between her legs did nothing to put out the flames.
Who cared about heartache? Who cared whether they were equally matched in age or not? Who cared about the future? This was now. This was the moment. This was lust at its most potent, and he clearly felt the same.
(Copyright Jennifer Lynne)
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This title was previously published by Breathless Press in 2012. This edition contains several expanded scenes.
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