The kiss felt like a thousand years—and Lily finally knew how to live. Why it took her those thousand years, she did not care for. With her eyes closed and her lips with the will of their own, she prayed to memorize all the ways Ray moved his mouth over hers, wet, soft, and warm. His tongue, a hot force taking possession of hers, was a particular object of her affection.
Lily never knew a kiss would feel like this. She never imagined her first kiss would be this possessive and hungry. Most of all, she never dreamed the first lips she tasted were Ray Carter's. Not in a thousand years, not even in a million. She had to live longer than that to find the answer because right now she felt so good she could die.
Ray smiled between kisses. Lily moaned, and Ray suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes and was looking at Ray's inviting blue eyes. She realized she had been holding her breath.