Allyson's POV
Michael paused for barely a heartbeat before his mouth found mine with fierce urgency. The kiss was raw and consuming, our tongues dancing together as heat flooded my entire body. His strong hands gripped my waist, drawing me against him until I could feel his racing heartbeat matching mine. Every kiss ignited something deeper, sending electric currents through my veins.
When I finally broke away, gasping for air, I found myself staring into his intense dark eyes. A thrill of satisfaction rushed through me seeing how I affected him, how I could make this powerful man lose his composure. My fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt with deliberate slowness, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest inch by inch.
My palms pressed against his warm skin, exploring the solid muscle beneath. His body was magnificently built, every ridge and curve perfectly defined under my touch. The sensation awakened something wild and hungry inside me that demanded more.
