“What the hell do you think—?” That was it. My brain clicked off the moment his mouth clamped over mine. Those lush lips ground my mind into mush, and I was helpless to do anything but simply stand there and kiss him. He should have tasted prickly and sour. Oh but, he was damn sweet. When my lips opened on a sigh, he dived right in—wanting much more. Not that I blamed him. He pulled me closer so our bodies became one shadow on the pavement. Sensations swarmed my system in an emotional overdrive, tiny bolts of pleasure spearing through my body from my head to my toes. Holy hot lava. There was something different about this kiss, about how he made me feel. Outrageously unique—like Zane himself. I swore I heard him curse before he changed angles, teeth scraping over the bottom of my lip, and I almost let a whimper of bliss escape. My mind still couldn’t process that he was kissing me, that I was letting him devour me. The simplicity of a kiss filled a basic need, except there was nothing simple about this kiss.
