curved his hand about her neck and drew her to him.
Leaning forward, he captured the lips he had been dying to taste for over ten years. He took possession and staked his claim. He couldn’t help himself.
He felt the shiver that flowed from her body to his when she surrendered her tongue to his. He took his time to savor
what she offered, relentlessly mating his mouth with hers as he tried to satisfy what seemed to be an endless hunger.
Her taste was like a drug and he felt himself getting
addicted to it as his controls were pushed to the limit,
wanting more and determined to get it. He lapped up every moan she made while glorying in the feel of her kissing him back.
He deepened the kiss and she proved that she could
handle him, tongue for tongue, lick for lick, stroke for stroke. It seemed that he had also tapped a hunger inside of her
that she hadn’t fed in a while. He intensified the kiss,
knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
They felt a jolt when the coach came to a stop and they
broke off the kiss, pulling apart. He glanced out the window, then glanced back at her. They were at the hotel. Would she change her mind or would they finish what they’d started?
Knowing the decision was hers, he leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips. “What do you want, Jayla?” he asked, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. He hoped and
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