She
turned
toward
the
kitchen
and
was
surprised
when
he
reached
out,
gently
grabbed
her,
pulled
her
close
to
him
and
wrapped
his
arms
around
her.
“This
is
what
I’m
thirsty
for,
Jayla.
The
taste
of
you.”
When
her
lips
opened
on
a
breathless
sigh,
his
tongue
swept
into
her
mouth
as
if
he
needed
to
taste
her
as
much
as
he
needed
to
breathe.
His
lips
were
hot
and
demanding,
and
his
tongue
was
making
love
to
her
mouth
with
an
intensity
that
overwhelmed
her.
Helpless
to
do
anything
else,
she
looped
her
arms
around
his
neck
and
held
on
while
the
heat
of
him
consumed
her,
breaching
any
barrier
and
snatching
away
any
resistance
she
might
have
had.
Too
late.
He
was
inside
and
intended
to
fill
her
to
capacity
in
more
ways
than
one.
She
pushed
good
judgment,
initial
misgivings
and
any
lingering
doubts
aside.
She
would
deal
with
them
later.
Right
now,
being
in
Storm’s
arms
this
way
was
most
important
and
demanded
her
full
concentration.
And
everything
about
him—his
scent,
his
strength,
his
very
sensuality—permeated
her
skin,
seeped
into
her
blood
and
sent
her
senses
spinning.
When
he
tore
his
mouth
away
from
hers,
she
drew
in
a
long
audible
sigh.
She
looked
up
at
him
and
the
air
surrounding
them
seemed
to
crackle
with
ardent
awareness.
He
reached
out
and
traced
a
slow
path
down
the
center
of
her
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