Chapter 17

• I clutched his shirt and held on. He tasted like whiskey, something matured and no doubt expensive. I was so drawn to him, and it seemed inevitable that I would always react to him this way. My body responded to Michael as if it had been designed just for him as if only he could tune it to a certain frequency which caused me to vibrate so desperately with need. No man had ever managed to make me feel so weak with just a kiss. If I weren't feeling so damn good, I would have taken a second to feel alarmed that we were doing this. We were supposed to be talking, and there was still so much more that had to be said. Both of us needed to heal, which was the last thing I expected when I arrived.
• Michael's hand found its way to my hair, and I remembered how much he had loved seeing it down the last time. It seemed nothing had changed because he drew away and just looked at me as my hair fell about my shoulders. His eyes were dark, and I wondered what secrets they held. He leaned in and captured my mouth again, swallowing my moan. There was no time for thoughts right now, only action.
• I opened my eyes when he stopped kissing me, only to close them again when he moved to my neck. I moaned, and the sound finally put some fire under him because he increased his pace and started kissing me like we were running out of time.