A Heart for Camy Book

I leaned forward so he couldn't see my eyes and concentrated on the sink full of dishes. The only sound I heard was his chuckle. My face turned red and I thought, Oh my God, he knows what I'm thinking. Reaching out with a wet hand that had suds clinging to it, he tilted my chin up in his direction. Then he leaned in and kissed me. I melted. The kiss started out as a feather-light touch on my mouth, and then when I parted my lips to drag air into my lungs, his arms came around me and his tongue invaded the moist recesses of my mouth. My hands found the way up to his hair of their own violation, and soon I was clinging to him and moaning. When I felt the proof of his desire pressing against my belly, I gasped and pushed away.