Chapter 52

Kissing him is so familiar, and as I open my mouth to let things progress quickly, all those feelings and crazy urges rush back like a massive tidal wave hitting the shore. My lips part wider to give him access as his tongue slides against mine, and he kisses me with passion and expertise that makes my toes curl and my stomach tingle. So easy to become consumed and intoxicated with need when we’re touching this way.
Colton stirs against me, his body easing against mine, relaxing into the hold we have on each other and meeting my groan with his own murmured growl of enjoyment. Neither can deny our bond when we kiss. It’s potent and all-consuming. We’re made for kissing, and I can’t imagine anyone ever tasting this good or making me feel this complete.
Just as his hands slide down my back and over my ass, bringing my pelvis to his, hinting at his sexual excitement, he stops abruptly. Catching himself, he pulls away fast, so suddenly he rips us apart. I’m stunned by the sudden release; my eyes flicker open, and I totter on unsteady legs. He steps back, fully releasing me, almost letting me topple with the sudden loss of support, but I catch myself on the nearby door frame, breathless and panting with how hot that make-out session was, and glance up at his shell-shocked expression.