Matilda's POV
I push my emotions aside. Igor and I kissed passionately and he easily lifted me and placed me on his laps. I straddled him and nip his lower lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth. God, help me he tastes of mint and everything fresh.
I never got a turn on easily especially with the men I had been with, but this guy just kissed me and I was already wet and wanting. What is wrong with me? Is it the time of the month?
I moaned when our tongue fought for dominance and he won in the end. Towards the end of our kiss, both of us were panting like teenagers.
`Your cheeks are super red', he rasped.
`So are your lips Igor', his lips were swollen as well.
Igor looked so sexy with his tousled hair, naked chest tout, and heaving with each breath. I buried my face at the crook of his neck and inhaled. He smelled of pine. God, he smells fucking good.
