He chuckled, warm and low. “You keep track.”
His thumb flicked at my nipple, and I groaned, my hips rising, trying to feel more of him. So far he hadn’t kissed me, though he’d come close, and I wondered if maybe he didn’t kiss his lovers. Or if he did, maybe he wouldn’t kiss me because we were friends.
I opened my mouth to ask when Zach took that opportunity to push down on me and slip his tongue into my mouth and down my throat. My lungs seized with the loss of air, and I didn’t even care, because Zach was kissing me like he could just devour me. Even in my wildest fantasies I hadn’t imagined this.
He had amazing lips, perfectly shaped to be both masculine and sensual, and they were not just warm but hot. I lifted my hands up to his head, threading my fingers in his dark hair and holding him to me. I didn’t want him to stop kissing me.