Kiss Me

Lanie

Andrew blinked in shock but then moved so swiftly he was a blur. His hand pressed into the back of my neck, and his lips covered mine. I gasped in surprise, but his kiss ate up the noise. Strong but gentle lips, ones so like his hand, moved against my mouth. I relaxed into it, my lips rising and falling against his, the kiss as natural as waves against a beach.

Andrew’s tongue flicked against mine, and pleasure filled me up, hit after hit of it assaulting my senses. I could barely breathe, couldn’t think.

Who in the world was this guy, and what had he done to me?

Breaking off the kiss, Andrew gazed down at me. “That.”

I hazily blinked, our dinner’s wine having nothing to do with the drunk feeling pulling me down. “Hm?”

“You asked me what else I wanted to do, and there’s your answer. I wanted to do that.”

“Oh.”

I wanted him to kiss me again, but there were other people in the gallery. A few more seconds of the heart-pounding, breath-stealing kisses Andrew had just given me, and