Chapter 12

He spun us around, pressed me up against the wall as if we were stereotypes in a romance novel, and pushed his knee between my legs. I parted them willingly. My fingers found their way to his throat, traced the length of his clavicle, down his chest, until I finally—ohmygod, I was gonna die—touched the hair on his lower belly. I moaned. I tugged. I worshipped.

His hands clawed at my clothes as I straightened and walked us into my bedroom. We fell on the bed and somehow got naked without having to stop kissing. He rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me. When mynaked body touched his—bare skin from our chests to our knees—I could have sworn angels started singing the Hallelujah Chorus in my head.

Our tongues fought for dominance, and the kisses got erratic and sloppy. I never wanted it to stop. He was hard against my hip, and my cock pulsed in tempo with my heart. We kissed and licked and caressed andpanted.