His grip on my waist felt so tight, pulling my body into his embrace like he wanted to anchor me straight to him.
And why did my lips part so eagerly, instantly matching his ravenous rhythm like we were oxygen for each other?
God. These lips of his. Was I already addicted?
Through my fluttering lashes, just before our faces met, his sharp nose looked damn sexy, brushing against my cheek. My heart pounded harder as his tongue began ravaging wildly.
Every logical nerve screamed that we were in public. The parking lot!
But the warm, slick nibble of his lips melted my mind, overloaded my senses, drowning out every surrounding noise. My hand instinctively clung to his neck.
Rafael was dangerous to my restraint. And my body seemed more than glad to lose it all over again.
His lips pressed harder. I caught them even harder, like it was our battlefield and neither of us would yield an inch in dominating the other. What the hell was happening to my body?
