Allyson's POV
Michael's eyes went wide, his breathing stopping completely as though my words had physically hit him. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice hoarse and filled with longing.
I opened my mouth but nothing emerged.
"My name," he whispered, his thumb tracing across my lower lip. "I've been dying to hear you say it."
The raw need in his expression nearly buckled my knees.
Without warning, his mouth crashed down on mine.
This kiss bore no resemblance to our previous encounters. It was fierce, ravenous, his lips claiming mine with an intensity that left me dizzy. His hands locked around my waist, dragging me against him until I could feel every hard plane of his body burning through our clothes.
I whimpered when his tongue swept across my lips, coaxing them apart. My arms wound around his neck, clinging to him like he was my lifeline. His free hand fisted in my hair, angling my head to take the kiss deeper, demanding complete surrender.
