Chapter 12. Let Me Take Care of You

His lips were on mine before I could dissect his statement. His tongue peered out when I gasped at the sensation. His hand moved down, stroking my spine before it rested on my lower back. He held me tight as his other hand cradled my hand, keeping me still as he kissed me fervently. If he hadn’t held me up, I would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.

I was on fire and I moaned from the intensity that spread from my head to the toes.

He groaned as he pulled away, leaving us both panting and needing.

“It is better if I leave,” he muttered, breaking the moment and leaving me breathless. He retreated to the door and paused right as he reached it. “Sleep well, Willow. I shall see you in the morning.”

With that, he left, closing the door behind him. I collapsed on the bed immediately. My fingers traced over my swollen lips and I closed my eyes to remember how intoxicating his kisses were. Who needed alcohol when the high from his touch was so much better and lef