It Started With a Kiss (Insta-Spark)

No Beth.

Only him.

Only us.

Warm lips met mine. Full, firm, but gentle. His tongue swept inside, sliding over mine sensuously.

A small moan escaped my lips as he worked my mouth. His taste was overwhelming—sweet, hot, and something so unique—something so Daniel; I knew I would never get enough of it.

Slow and gentle became deep and carnal. Teasing and light became powerful and hot. He possessed me. Commanded me. Wrecked me.

I gave myself to him. All of me.

His hands descended in a slow path, running over my sides in a torturous circuit, wrapping around my back, crushing me to his body. Deep rumbles from his chest made me shiver. He groaned low and deep in his throat, his lips never leaving mine, never ceasing their exquisite possession.

I never wanted them to.

He straightened abruptly, one hand slipping under my ass and lifting me. I gasped in his mouth as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His other hand slid under my shirt, spreading wide across my back, fingers pressing and teasing, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin.

Ignoring the pain in my fingers, I buried my hands in his hair, tugging the soft strands roughly.

His grunt of approval was muffled in my mouth.

Then I felt the cold, flat surface of the wall hit my back; I hadn’t even felt us move. Daniel surged against me, his arousal now evident between us. Our lips separated as we gasped for air, but we remained close, our bodies melded together.

Our eyes met, blue versus green, want and desire merging and swirling. Swollen lips glistened under the lights, our chests heaved, and quiet pants of yearning passed between us. A look of understanding dawned, a silent, short conversation happening.

Our lives had just changed—we both felt it, knew it. There was no going back now—and neither of us wanted to.

My hands tightened on his neck, needing his mouth back. His head lowered, and I whimpered as his lips hovered over mine.

“Well, I think we got what we wanted.” Beth’s shocked voice exploded in the room. “We’re done.”

Daniel’s head snapped up; his startled gaze meeting mine. We had forgotten we weren’t alone. However, his grip didn’t loosen and he didn’t move away.

“Okay, good,” he said roughly over his shoulder, barely sparing a glance her way.

“We’ll, ah, just, um, leave you to, yeah, ah, finish up. Or whatever . . . you, ah, want. Yeah. Come see me before you leave, Avery.”

Hurried footsteps and the quiet click of the door let me know I was now alone with Daniel. I shut my eyes, letting my head fall back to the wall with a small thud.

“Hey. Look at me.”

I opened one eye, squinting at him.

His smile was wide. “Can you, ah, see me?”

“When you’re this close, yes—well, mostly, anyway. Can you see me?”

His face moved closer, his lips a mere breath away from mine. The pulsating heat started moving up my spine again, small flames of desire burning through my skin.

“Yes.” He dropped a gentle kiss on my mouth. “I didn’t think you could be lovelier than earlier,” he murmured.

“Earlier?”

“I thought you were beautiful when you walked in the room,” he explained. “But now, seeing you look like this? You are exquisite.”

“Like this?” I asked. I was, it seemed, unable to do anything, except repeat the words that came out of his mouth. His perfect, sexy mouth.