Chapter 49

Every single time is different yet he is the same man. I suspect that he could kiss me a million times and I would still never be used to it. Never not have my breath escape me at the delicious possessive contact.

Linc's mouth moves teasingly against mine, nibbling at my lips like he can actually eat the ghost of the tiramisu from me like this. I hear the scrape of my chair being pulled closer to him and I can't even think straight enough to wonder how that is possible because the chairs are quite heavy and one of his hand is behind my neck.

He presses his mouth against mine and I open up. Our tongues clash and I moan into his mouth. He swirls patterns against my tongue, expertly, taking control without asking, and I feel my body getting tingly for him. It is just a kiss, but with Linc, it is never that uncomplicated.

He kisses me like he means it. Like he is communicating something I can't quite decode just yet. Something profound and yet simple. It scares me just as it