KATY’S POV
Startling warmth. That’s all I feel.
Warmth from his lips on mine. Warmth from his body pressing closer as he deepens the kiss like he’s been waiting for this all night.
His hands slip behind my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he tilts me up, and the heat between us catches fire. His kiss is hungry and when I part my lips, it becomes something else entirely.
God, he smells so good. Like cologne, clean laundry, and something faintly sinful. He tastes even better and I can taste the lemon in whatever he drank, mixed with the faint sweetness of his breath. His tongue slides into my mouth, teasing mine and exploring until he pulls back just enough to kiss my upper lip.
Desperation claws up my chest, and I clutch his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping me standing.
“You
