292 The Kiss

GAHRYE

Frozen—afraid this wasn't real. Suddenly, everything within Gahrye exploded in a cascade of sensation and heat.

They both sucked in. Kalle's hands plunged into his hair and his scalp tingled under her touch.

It was instinct to simply take her. Cupping both hands on her jaw, he tilted his head and tasted her, deeper and deeper, gasping as their tongues tangled.

Then Kalle whimpered and suddenly Gahrye couldn't think.

He would be horrified at himself later, but in the moment he had to have more of her. Be closer. Show her what she meant.

Without breaking the kiss he started to his feet. And she followed him up, but she was so much shorter, he was curled over her, and that kept their chests apart, and he couldn't do it. He couldn't have space between them.