Amuse Bouche
“You’re going to have to try harder than that.”
I clench my fists. For the tenth time, I draw my shoulder blades together and arch my back. I lift my face up to his. I can feel his breath on my face, but I can’t reach his lips.
“Dammit!” I groan. The kiss is out of my reach. My head hit the mattress with a disappointing thump.
“Giving up already?”
I grin. “No!”
I am pinned to the bed, hands above my head, with him hovering over me. I hoist myself up again with exhausted, aching muscles. I stick out my tongue, trying to lick his neck. I crave the taste of his sweat. He pulls back. “That’s cheating. I can’t allow that.”
He takes his right hand to the angle underneath my jaw. The heat singes my skin.
He bends my neck over the edge of the mattress. My eyes roll back into my head. Sharp teeth brushed my collar bone, dragged up my neck and closed over my Adam’s apple. Fireworks burst into view behind my eyelids. Consciousness fades.