RENEE
Miles kissing me right now was all I needed at this moment.
His kiss was slow but intense, his tongue teasing mine in a way that made me want more. It wasn't just a kiss—it was a promise, a spark that left me imagining what that same intensity could feel like somewhere else.
Suddenly, he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. Before I could say a word, his lips found mine again, this time with more passion, more hunger. I couldn't hold back anymore. My hands moved on their own, sliding into his hair like I'd been wanting to do all night.
He kissed me like he couldn't wait another second, like it was the only thing that mattered in that moment. And I gave in completely, loving every bit of it.
His hands moved gently across my bare back, sending shivers down my spine. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt the hard press of his arousal against my hip. My body reacted on its own, shifting closer to him.
