After six months apart, Nex and Anneliese are getting...reacquainted.
Somehow, without his noticing, Nex realized he’d
drifted closer to Anneliese. Her mouth parted slightly, and her breath warmed
his lips. Like a sweet spring breeze, coming in quick, tiny exhales. As if she
was excited at his nearness. As if she wanted a repeat of that treasured kiss
as much as he did.
That kiss, which had haunted him through the long
months of not seeing her. He remembered the taste of her, and excitement swept
through his body.
As an abrupt need burst over him, Anneliese wrapped
her arms around his neck. All at once her lips were against his, another
impetuous kiss. In contrast to the quick buss six months ago, it kept going.
Another surge of need drove through Nex, and his tongue sought hers. He yanked
her closer still as he plundered, reveling in her sweetish-salty flavor, in how
she molded to his body as if they might melt into each other. She grabbed on to
him more fiercely, twisting her fingers in his mane, as if laying claim to him.
Could it be she was as hungry for this contact as he? Was it possible for a
woman to feel the same rampant storm for closeness?
A mere kiss, and yet so much more.
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