May 15, 2016
The words had barely left her lips when he captured her mouth with his. His kiss was light at first, testing himself. Testing them both.
He tasted of the riffed cocktail; the fruity honey, the sweetness of the cherries, and when he gently put pressure on her lips, parting them, the bitterness cut through both. The flavours sliced across her tongue, the bitters the perfect foil to the thick, drugging sweetness of the honey and fruit.
Their tongues tangled, and Jess sucked in a breath, her hands sliding up his chest. She caught the tattoo of Tom’s heart under her palm and then twined her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
