“I am,” he rasped, before leaning down and claiming my lips. Oh. His body covered mine, arms wrapped around me like a vise. Chest to chest. Hips to hips. My thighs caged between his strong ones. I could feel the length of his body on mine, every inch of him.
Strong and warm. His lips were soft on mine, demanding. I opened for him, without any resistance, and his tongue slid against my own.
Tasting me.
Licking and devouring me, like a starving lover.
My eyes fluttered closed.
Jungkook groaned, the vibration rumbling through my body. My chest tightened and my belly pooled with warmth. There seemed to be an insistent pulse between the juncture of my thighs, aching and almost fevered.
God, I hungered for Jungkook.
The kiss deepened, and when he nipped on my lower lip, almost teasingly – I whimpered while he laved the sting with his tongue. His lips left my mouth, trailing along my jaw and down my neck. His kisses whispered over my throat and the hollow of my collarbone.
My body was aflame and I burned, with such fevered need.
When Jungkook started to pull away, leaving me empty and suddenly cold without his tender caress, I opened my eyes. His dark gaze was already on my face. “I’m not sure if you’re an angel or a she-devil, you temptress,” he muttered.
“Why can’t I be both?”
His lips quirked with a half-smile. “I approve.”
Jungkook rolled over, taking me with him, so that I was half-lying on top of his body. His arm curled around my hips, anchoring me to him. My gaze darted up to the dark sky again, finding another fiery shooting star.