One more kiss, and Madisyn was utterly inebriated, her senses drowning in a pleasure so deep that the world spun around her. Her breath came in short, tantalizing gasps, the electric rush coursing through her making it impossible to hold onto reason. It was hard to keep her emotions under control, especially when his lips caressed hers with such tenderness.
Goosebumps prickled her skin as his arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer, molding their bodies together. His voice was low, laced with desire, as he murmured, "Next spot?" His gaze locked onto hers, intense and consuming, as if in that moment, she was the only thing that mattered—his sole focus.
Madisyn forgot all about the plan, about rationality—everything melted away when he kissed her like that. Her mind clouded over, leaving only the sensation of his touch, the fire of his lips against her skin.
