"It's been a while," he whispered, his kisses becoming more insistent, clearly conveying his intentions. That was all it took. Every ounce of my self-control unraveled, and I practically melted into his embrace, all but jumping his bones right there.
I spun around, Warren’s hand still possessively wrapped around my waist, his touch tracing a slow, deliberate path. He found the zipper at the back of my dress, deftly pulling it down, and then his fingers, warm and lingering, drifted along the curve of my spine. All the while, I was devouring his mouth with a burning hunger that bordered on desperation.
Warren met my intensity with equal fervor, his kisses deepening, becoming almost aggressive. Yet, his hands, so gentle against my skin, moved in stark contrast to the fierce duel our tongue
