Trapped

A moan almost slipped through my mouth at his savage kiss. His hand was on my nape, keeping me in place. My knees went weak as his other hand wrapped around my waist in a firm grip.

"Fuck! I missed this, I missed you so much, baby!" He groaned against my lips.

I whimpered, before grasping his collar to pull him closer and captured his lips for another kiss. My hands took a greedy venture through his hair and back.

God! I was behaving like a wanton woman but I couldn't help it. He made me lose my mind every time he touched me or kissed me like this. My body was on fire and mind was hazy with him wrapped around me.

But I needed to get a grip on myself. I couldn't just forget so easily the reason I was mad at him for.

So gathering all my willpower, I broke the kiss. And when he went for my lips again like a hungry man he was, I moved my face away.

"No," I said,