“When his fingers stroke to settle at the back of my neck, and his other hand lands on my hip, I sway toward him. But when he ducks his head, intent on my lips, I speak. “I love the way… — Elena Ireland Copy Share
“When his fingers stroke to settle at the back of my neck, and his other hand lands on my hip, I sway toward him. But when he ducks his head, intent on my lips, I speak. “I love the way you kiss me.” He pauses, eyes flicking between mine. I swallow loudly. “I’ve never been kissed like that.” His laugh… — Elena Ireland Copy Share