What you taste like

"What if I kissed the mole on your thigh?" "What if I kissed your lips long enough to let my body heat join yours and make you forget there was even air between our skin?" "What if I touched your shoulders and we lay in each other’s arms and slept, dreaming of things we couldn't control?" "What if I kissed your arms and took a little taste of you so that I'll remember what you taste like?"

His words stung her like acid, and his touch burned her, but she didn't want to lose the feeling of his hand roaming over her body. She wanted him as badly as he did. Her eyes fluttered shut, a shiver racing up her spine at his touch, a gasp of pleasure leaving her lips when his palm settled on her breast.

"I want to kiss your mouth hard enough so you will forget about your every pain and sorrow," he said. He desperately kissed her lips that the wind around them refused to let go until they were finished. She breathed heavily and pulled him away from kissing her.

"Please stop," she said, but when he