A Taste of Spring

Dez didn't think that anything would come from the comment. But looking at her... His mind must have shorted out because she couldn't be thinking of kissing him. Anna must have been thinking exactly that because she was scooting toward him. Dez's mouth damn near dropped open with shock.

"Will you think less of me if I tell you that I've wanted to touch your lips with mine the entire night?" Anna whispered as she closed the space between them. Her eyes focused on his mouth.

With her this close, Dez's body started to war with his mind. He kept silently reminding himself not to make any sudden movements that would freak her out. He wanted this kiss. He needed this kiss, but he also needed to ease her fear of being judged.

"I think you are a goddess, Anna."

Dez got a glimpse of her smile before his brain was overrun with the anticipation of her physical closeness. Her soft scent infused him with raw animalistic need while his intelligent side reminded him that such beauty should be worshiped, slowly and carefully. When she laid her hand on his chest for balance, a shiver ran through him with such intensity that he had to close his damn eyes and count to ten.

Jesus, he couldn't remember the last time he was this wound up over just being close to a woman.

He felt the warmth of her lips on him before he finished counting. The jolting sensation of a sweet soft mouth sent an urgent instant message to his manhood.

(Did I just moan like a teen kissing a poster of his celebrity crush?)

pulling her closer to him. (Hell, do I even care if I sound like a

up but he couldn't let her pull back just yet. He

By her response to him, he could tell that she hadn't done much kissing. That pleased the hell out of him. After a few seconds more, Anna relaxed and even offered him a moan of her own. He

whispered around the kiss. Again, he noticed that she tensed.

desperately wanted to feel every inch of her but if

him. His hand instantly found her naked thigh, caressing her bare smooth flesh. He

wanted to do wrong, tapped him on the shoulder like an invisible obnoxious oaf with his two cents, while

gorgeous girl such as this allow you-a

(Is she dying?)

like a

she fulfilling a

for her signal to break in and