52. The Heat Of the Night

In her rising desire, Taesha smoothed her hand over the back of his head, sliding her fingers through his hair, noticing how similar the texture was to silk. In response, his grip around her tightened. His touch was like fire, making her heart and body set ablaze. Dexter slowly ran his nose up the column of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply before stopping with his lips pressed against her ear. "I love you." It was barely a whisper.

Taesha turned to face him as his words of endearment ignited sparks of flame. Her arms began to move and acted on their own accord, pulling his mouth roughly to hers. His lips were firm but soft to the touch, full of passion and hunger matching her own; each kiss with Dexter somehow surpassed the previous ones they shared. That's when he finally opened his mouth to drink her in—consuming her heart, mind, soul, and body, as Taesha saw stars.

She didn't recognize the moan that escaped her lips. Then in their frenzy of kissing, their tongues slid together