When hearts meet, magic happens.
His lips brushed hers, warm and…alive. Her heart raced like it was hooked up to an adrenaline pump.
“Tell me to stop.” The words, spoken against her lips, were rough, mirroring the turmoil inside her.
Stop. Stop. Stop. Ignoring the mantra in her brain, she followed the insistent urging of her body instead, rising up on tiptoe to press her mouth against his.
She expected him to take over, to pull her body against his, but he didn’t. She wasn’t in control, far from it, but somehow the kiss remained mutual, a give and take of exploration that slowly escalated from interesting to carnal.