Page 848 of One More Kiss

My heart wants it.

Wants him!

There is something going on between us. Something very good. Something that can last a lifetime if we want it to. But now is all we have, and I want to bathe in this, in him.

He’s my fantasy come to life.

Rare.

Real.

And I don’t want to miss my time with him. It’s precious. It’s lively.

My heart jumps, then thunders. Fast and kicking.

His soul comes out as he moves us around, twirling, sharpening our moves. He shatters me and rebuilds me with his gaze.

He leads, I follow.

He pulls, I go.

He demands, I yield.

He gives, I take.

We play the game of tug and pull, hands and limbs groping. Just living in the moment.

We burn, we shake the floor. We leave ashes in our wake.

I feel his excitement, his racing heart, the desire in his eyes.

They slam into me, fill me, lift me higher.

Flying.

We are an active hurricane swirling on the floor, digging, holding, destroying anything and everything.

The air charges around us, our breathless pants an anthem. An outburst of tactility that is quiet, yet loud enough that only he and I can hear.

He commands my body.

I’m a puppet, dancing to his tunes.

“Will you, my sweet Oak?” he murmurs against my lips.

I hear him. I hear him loud and clear in the thick of the blaring music and crammed bodies.

Warmth occupies my chest, my heart jumping with joy. The hope of being with him for the next few days feels like a bumper prize. One I will hold on to until I cannot.

With one word, I seal our fate.

For my body.

My heart.

My soul.

Of my life. “Yes, Rowan.”

---