TWENTY SIX

MAY

Spontaneous. If Edmond’s intention had been to shock me, he did a terrific job. His hands were callous. They made every graze his fingers made on my body real. His mouth tasted like shellfish. In retrospect, that wasn’t supposed to be romantic in any light. But Edmond’s mouth could taste like onions and they would still taste like heaven. That would be scary to admit but I was lost in the moment. I liked how his lips felt against mine. I liked how our tongues fought for dominance. Edmond’s touch got slower and more determined, sending shivers down my spine. I liked it. My nipples perked up when Edmond’s fingers untucked my shirt and fondled my bare skin. It was filthy but I liked it. Moans escaped my mouth as his fingers wandered up my spine and found the hook of my bra.

“That is naughty,” I mumbled, refusing to let go of his mouth.

Edmond chuckled and let go of my mouth. I had to have been the neediest kisser because it took a lot to not moan out of frustration. “I can be naughty