I had no control over my actions. My body didn't give me time to think when I kissed him impulsively. I expected Luca to pull away in revulsion, to get mad at me.
What I didn't expect was for him to lose control too.
As soon as our lips touched, he was kissing me back with the same level of frustration that was fueling me. It didn't start gently and gradually grew in intensity. The kiss was intense right from the start.
Luca's hand was still gripping the trunk of the tree above my head to keep us from falling, but his other arm had snaked around my waist, resting on the small of my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him against me, afraid he would stop.
But I didn't have to worry. It seemed like Luca had been repressing his desires too, and he was pouring it all out at that moment. Our lips melded hungrily, like a raging fire, never seeming to get enough of each other as we lost ourselves in the passion that was long overdue.
