Page 31 of Flying High

And soon.

I want Abbi toreallykiss me.

And I want to kiss her back until she wants me so much it hurts. I want to kiss her until her senses are consumed by me, her world narrows down to only me, and she can’t think. I want her body pressed against me so tightly I don’t know where she starts and I end.

When I pull back, her cheeks are flushed. Unable to stop myself, I lean back in for another taste of her. It’s a brush of lips against lips. The next thing I know, Abbi has reached out and clasped my face between both her hands and dragged it back to hers.

Our lips clash, hunger obvious. She’s sweet and addictive, demanding entry and gaining it as her mouth opens against mine. This feels so natural. So right. As if we were both made just for this very instant. How could it have veered so wrong before? Our tongues meet, and all rational thought is shattered into oblivion.

I want all of her and to feel every delicious inch of her soft body against me. I want her hands on me and mine on her.

I want us tangled up together—skin on skin.

But not here.

We break apart at the same time, breathing fast. Pink arousal is high on her cheekbones, and her eyes have a wild look to them. She’s turned on.

“Dean, I think it’s time to leave,” she murmurs in my ear, mirroring my thoughts.

I couldn’t agree more.

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