31. This feels so good.

TASHA

I am kissing Nate again, and I don't want to stop. His tongue tickles along mine, fanning the heated flames he ignited in me. My body always reacts to him like this, and I can't always seem to get enough or let go.

My hands roam across his chest, sliding up to the back of his head, my fingers tangling into his hair and tugging at the curls. He rasps out a low moan, his tongue slipping back into my mouth once more, our kiss turning into a hazy combination of gasps and syncing tongues. One second, his hands are cupping my face, the next, they are gripping my ass, picking me up from the floor in a split second. I marvel at his strength, my short jean skirt shifting up as I lock my legs around his waist. My arms loop around his neck, holding onto him like my life depends on this wild, crazy kiss that is happening between us, my mouth and body praying that it never ends.

His strong arms spin us around, and I feel the wall press into my back. His lips pull away from mine, breaking our