Allyson's POV
Michael's mouth slammed against mine with raw desperation, stealing the air from my lungs. I didn't need to breathe anyway. His lips consumed mine completely, taking everything I had to give.
My arms wound around his neck, dragging him closer as his tongue swept against mine in slow, commanding strokes, exploring every inch of my mouth like he owned it.
When his lips finally left mine, they traced a burning path along my jawline, down my throat, then continued their descent.
My breathing turned shallow as he moved behind me, his mouth ghosting across the curve of my spine, igniting fire that shot straight through my center.
Then I felt his palm, warm and sure as it wrapped around my waist.
He palmed my breast, kneading with deliberate pressure that had me sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to silence the moan building in my throat.
