As her lips moved over his with a desperation he could taste, his lust built until it reached an almost feral force. He resisted for all of two seconds then gave in to the raging desire to take whatever she wanted to give him. When her mouth opened and her tongue licked at his lips, he opened to her. God damn, she tasted fucking amazing. He wanted to kiss her for-fucking-ever. His arms wrapped around her body, caging her. She wouldn’t be able to move unless he allowed it. And he wasn’t going to. Not for a damn long time. She’d come to him. She’d given him her permission. He was going to take her at her word. Or actions, as the case happened to be. With his tongue in her mouth, he swore he was drugged by her taste. It made him reckless. Made him forget that only seconds ago he’d been ready to be noble and not fuck her brains out. Now he didn’t think he could take another breath without having her. With their lips still locked, he picked her up in his arms. Hers wrapped around his shoulders immediately and she clung to him as he headed for the stairs at the back of the kitchen.
