The moment their lips grazed, Emily’s knees wanted to give up on her. He must have sensed her distress for her grabbed her waist, almost as if to steady her.
He kissed her expertly, and then coaxed her mouth open by licking at her bottom lip. Their tongues moved in a dance as old as time itself. A dance of feverish passion, of desperate lust…
She gasped an “Oh God!” against his lips, and he smirked at her. She moved her head back a little bit. He had the decency not to follow for more.
She opened her eyes to find him still savoring the kiss, it would seem, eyes closed, and a victorious smirk on.
“What did I do?” She muttered under her breath, the horror of what she just did finally catching up with her.
Wasn’t she supposed to keep her distance? What prompted her to ask him to kis
