Ch. 12 Lost Control

Zoe’s POV

Dillon’s kiss robbed me of every thought but him. All I could do was taste and feel as his lips moved against mine, so soft and so delicious. He tasted like strawberries and sunshine on a warm summer day. Every nip, every lick only made me crave him more.

The moment Dillon parted my lips with his tongue, I opened for him willingly. His kisses were heavenly. That was the only way to describe the feel of his silky tongue sliding against mine. A brief pang of sadness floated through my chest at the thought that eternity would never be enough time to savor his taste.

Dillon’s woodsy scent surrounded me, mixing with the fragrance of our combined arousal, producing an intoxicating aroma that slithered into my brain insidiously and lit my body on fire with an ease that should have frightened me. I took in deep lungfuls, drunk on the way it made me feel, vibrant and alive. If I thought Dillon’s taste was addictive, the way he smelled covered in my scent was its own special kin