He still loves my mouth, and as I kiss him again, it feels like more—like a promise of nothing yet forever at the same time.

Honestly? I’m waiting for the memory of you kissing me to go away so I’m not tempted to do it again.

Resisting him has made the buildup to this more explosive. His tongue, his lips, his mouth seeking mine, it’s as natural and inevitable as magnets finding each other. I tried to be strong, I tried to hold back, but I know now it would’ve been impossible to keep up forever.His back hits the door. Our tongues tangle, and there’s no hesitance on his part. He dives in fully, and he tastes the same as I remember but better.

His moans are intoxicating, and I’m lost in everything Maddox.

I lean in and kiss him softly. His mouth moves lazily against mine, and I have to force myself to pull away.

When his lips find mine, they’re soft and tentative, so I force my tongue into his mouth to harden the kiss, but he groans and pulls away.

You can stop me from talking by kissing me.” Damon loves my mouth, I’m finding out. And I’m one hundred percent cool with that.

That’s simple. I want you to kiss me. So start there.

Books, on the other hand … you borrow from a library until you find the book you love, and then you keep it. The library won’t let you borrow more books until you return it, but you never return it because you’ll never need any other book