“I promise to be good,” she said, on a sexy smile as she dug her fingers into his shoulders to emphasize that she was listening.

“You’re such a good student,” he whispered.

She licked her lips once, and he took his time, wanting to memorize every second of his first kiss with the woman he’d lusted after for years. Her cheeks were flush, her lips were open, and her expression was so damn inviting. He ran a finger against her lips, eliciting another small gasp from her. He couldn’t wait any more. Their lips met, and for the first few seconds it was soft and sweet, a gentle taste and tease. It was an exploration—her lips, her mouth, her breath that ghosted over him. She tasted like chocolate cake, and he relished every millimeter of her lips, tugging on her bottom one, then nipping the top with his teeth, making her want him. Making her want so much more. His hands trailed down the bare flesh of her arms, and he felt the goosebumps rise on her skin, all from the teasing, taunting kisses. The swell of her lips, the curve of her mouth, the sweetness of her breath—all of it collided in his senses, along with his heightened awareness of this intensely sexually aware woman who was now asking him to take her to new places and explore uncharted territory.

It never occurred to him that they wouldn’t kiss well. It had only ever occurred to him that they would kiss excellently. Passionately. The kind of kisses that demolished your grip on the here and now, that sent you spinning into blissful oblivion.

“Do you want me to kiss you more?” he whispered hotly.

“Yes,” she said on a hypnotic nod.

“What do you say?”

“Please,” she murmured, as she pushed against him and he felt the heat between her legs.

His mind took off, imagining how silky hot she’d feel when he touched her. “I only have one goal now. To give you the kind of kiss that makes you hot and wet and desperate for more.”

“Oh God,” she said, then his tongue found hers, waiting, ready, so fucking eager.

There was no pause. No transition. The speed simply shot to the stratosphere. Their mouths united in a hot and hungry fusion. Part of him wasn’t thinking at all; he was only feeling all this desire that swamped his body. Then another part of him was thinking intensely about how he was finally kissing her, and it was better then he’d imagined as their mouths crashed and their lips came together in a greedy union that overpowered his brain and took hold of his mind. He didn’t care that they were in a bistro, and others might be watching. He couldn’t care because she kissed him back hard and passionately in a sweet devouring of the senses. He stopped controlling her and let her go wild as she laced her hands into his hair, grasping, pulling, tugging. She was so fiery, so intoxicating, and it was like being buzzed on the kind of kisses that only spelled one thing, flashing like a neon sign advertising hot sex, coming soon.