Chapter 38 Tasting You

• Sage
• I lowered myself slowly until my weight pressed her gently into the mattress, my forearms caging her head. Her breath hitched as our bodies aligned—chest to chest, hip to hip, the heat between us already unbearable. Her eyes, dark and wide, searched mine, lips parted on a soft exhale that brushed my mouth.
• I started with another kiss. Not the frantic one from downstairs. This was slow and deliberate. My lips grazed hers once, twice, teasing, until she lifted her chin, chasing more. Only then did I give it to her—deep, languid, tongue sliding against hers in a rhythm that made her arch beneath me. She tasted like the diner’s spices and something sweeter, something that was only her.