They dive into an endless sea of carnal and raw sensuality. The strong desire embeds into the pores of my bones. It feeds me boldness and courage. My hands, resting on his shoulders, slide around his neck. My fingers weave through his hair and my nails graze his scalp. I glance up. Seth’s throat moves as he swallows. My eyes trace from his Adam’s apple up to his parted lips to find his hooded gaze. His bright eyes have turned darker, almost black. They resemble the sky of a stormy summer afternoon. I surrender to the need blazing inside me. I bring his head down. His lips to mine. There is nothing insecure or tentative about the gesture. And though this new persona—this strange side of me, scares the living freaking hell out of me, she also thrills me to no end. Our kiss deepens. We’re all tongues and teeth, hunger and desperation. Seth’s hand cups my apex over my jeans. “I want to fuck you. Here. Now.” His hands grab the hem of my white cotton tee and tear the fabric. Cold air swooshes over my skin.
