C32 Chapter 32

The kiss was different. It was urgent, but not forceful. It ranged somewhere in between desperation and gentle warmth. Slowly, her arms went around his neck, pulling the six feet, five inches of pure male testosterone closer. In return, he grunted and tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Just when their tongues touched, he pulled back abruptly.

"You can't wear this out there