Abigail also kissed him back. This time, she did not have any hesitations in mind.
Christopher had brought her so much joy that her rage and disappointment with him had faded. The warm feeling of his breath was inviting.
She shoved her fingers into his hair and parted her lips, feeling him wash over her like a wave of warmth, awakening all her senses as the taste of him almost numbed her brain.
Heat rose from her stomach to her chest. Her whole body tingled. She moved in closer to him, rubbing his nape. By the time she became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin warm and smooth.
His senses became heightened. He kissed her more passionately, hungry and intense, until her body loosened in his arms.
"You taste so sweet," he murmured against her lips.
She couldn't control the flutter within, the violent heartbeat, or the lump rolling up her throat.
