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

let her pull back just yet. He needed more of her.

few seconds more, Anna relaxed and even offered him a moan of her own. He was pleased, but he wanted more. He worked on her mouth as if she had the

to touch you," he whispered around the kiss. Again, he noticed that she

it, Dez thought. He desperately wanted to feel every inch of her but if it wasn't what

caressing her bare smooth flesh.

shoulder like an invisible obnoxious oaf with his two cents, while Dez continued to enjoy Anna's tantalizing mouth. Common damn Sense was asking questions that his inventive brain would ask

such as this allow you-a

(Is she dying?)

kisses like a novice?)

fulfilling

someone outside waiting for her signal to break in