Holly
Maverick’s kiss was breathtaking. His lips were plump and firm. His tongue had the flavor of hops from his beer. Holly moaned as he devoured her mouth. His hands came up to her face and cupped it. He angled her head and delved deeper.
She felt actual butterflies in her stomach, little flutterings all over. Never has she felt this sensation. He said she was the girl he had his eyes on. Holly had a giddiness flow through her.
They parted and looked into each other's eyes.
“Wow,” they both said at the same time.
“That was..” he started.
“Amazing,” she finished.
He kissed her again, this time bringing her body flush against his. With her five-inch heels on, she came to five-foot-eight to his six-three. He didn’t have to bend so far down, and she could put her arms around
