1 (Pascal. )

Chapter one:

He brushes his lips over mine. His touch is soft, inviting rather than talking. Hot sparks of excitement crackle over me. Even my fingertips are tingling. I open my mouth and flick my tongue over his lips. I want to know if I'm right about him tasting like whiskey. But he's so much headier. More addictive. He feels like the hottest dream and sweetest endearment. There's a breathtaking confidence in the way he meets my tongue, slip his into my mouth. My heart is racing like I'm dancing hard, sweat filming over my heated skin. His breath fans over me, and I feel our bodies closer, wanting more... needing more. His erection pushes against my belly, hot and hard. And I freakin love it.