Chapter 143 Wanting Alex

• Zane doesn't waste any second responding to the kiss. He takes my mouth like a storm, taking absolute control, swift and hard, I lose my breath when his swift expert tongue seeks entrance into my mouth, I open up for him and he takes the chance like he had been starving, dancing fervently with my tongue, lapping, searching, taking, claiming.
• I make all sorts of embarrassing sounds that can't be classified as moans. I don't notice him walking backwards, moving deeper into the darkest area of the parking space where the overhead lights don't reach. We are as utterly alone as we are exposed. Common sense is flung out the window with his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, dancing against mine, stroking me to furnace levels heat, reminding me of the fire we are capable of igniting when we gave in to our bodies.
• Zane whirls me around, settling me on the hood of a car in the dark. My legs remain tightly wound around his waist, holding fast, hot and desperate and needy and hardly satisfied. It is dark and I can't see anything but who needs sight when the love of their life was kissing them like this, he is standing close, pressing into me so I feel his erection straining against his pants. Zane moans into my mouth and I feel myself get even wetter. I reach down between us, mindlessly thirsty for more, I grab his hard bulge and he growls, pulling back from the kiss.