What could I do?
My hand slid along the smooth curve of her jaw, under her hair, towards the back of her neck. My fingers pressed into her long, glorious red hair. Her head tilted back as I pressed closer, kissing her harder. I let go of her hand to slide my other arm behind her back and I felt one thin arm go around my neck. Her other hand clutched at the collar of my shirt. The soft pillows of her breasts pressed into my chest.
She kissed with desperation. I was more than happy to use my lips and my tongue to try to assuage her need. One hand ran up and down her spine, crushing her delicate young body to my chest. The other tangled in her flaming locks, gripping at her neck. We probably looked like the cover of some terrible romance novel. I didn’t care. I was lost in the sensation of kissing the most beautiful child.
We finally came up for air and our lips parted, but our eyes found one another again. We stared deep, for a moment. “You really are danger, aren’t you, Danger?” she asked, proving just how closely she’d been listening before.
I didn’t answer. I just gave her half a smile….
Abbey Rhodes 