Chapter 149. Count Down

I wove my arms around Colt’s neck, moaning into his lips as he deepened our kiss, his lips tender and slow, the second time he would kiss me gently since I met him.

He moved the bouquet to his left hand, and with his free hand, caressed my hair.

Soon he was cupping my face, titling my head back to gain more access to my mouth.

“Mmm.” My fingers sunk into his hair, massaging his scalp as desire began to pool between my legs. 

His warm lips on mine were sweet, a hint of the lingering freshness of mouthwash. His chest, warm against mine, as he molded my body closer into his.

He tasted like Colt, fiercely protective and risqué, cool with a hint of edgy mint. And despite being so wet from the ticklish sensation of his tongue dancing into mine, this kiss felt different from what we usually shared.

The flavor was different.

He pulled me even closer till our chests were flat against each other, and he groaned, softly caressing my cheek.

I clung