Kayla
Nicholas’s mouth crashed against mine, and all logical thought left me.
I didn’t care who kissed who first. I didn’t care about the consequences of our kiss. All I cared about was the feeling of his hands on my waist, his warm fingers pressing through the fabric of my gown as he tugged me flush against the hard planes of his body.
My lips parted, allowing his warm tongue access to all the delicious nooks and crannies of my mouth. Our tongues swirled and tasted each other, and every nerve ending lit on fire just from the heat of that contact.
When we finally pulled back for air, I was breathless and reeling, my knees so weak I might have collapsed to the hardwood floor of the shed had it not been for Nicholas’s arms wrapped so tightly around me.
He pressed his fore
