Yumi Stewart was in a daze, as Jackson Russo took the "rogue" approach without experiencing more, his tongue easily pried open her unsuspecting teeth.
When the warm softness carrying his scent filled her mouth instantly, Yumi finally snapped back to reality, her eyes flickered, and she suddenly gasped heavily, reaching out to push Jackson Russo's chest.
The result was an even tighter hold on her waist, and the kiss grew deeper, entwining her tongue, sweeping across every inch of the inner wall of her mouth, burning with the desire to scorch her from inside out.
Their breaths, one hoarse and heavy, the other short and delicate.
When he finally felt it was enough and released her, the woman's lips were already slightly swollen, the pink turned crimson, glistening with an alluring sheen.
Yumi gasped for a moment, looking up at him, filled with anger.
"You..."
