Melissa Love

his cheek like a tear. This small gesture seemed to her so innocent and gentle that she suddenly felt brave and totally at ease. The sensual power of the storm and her intense attraction to him made her brash and impulsive and before she could talk herself out of it she moved close to him, put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down until his lips met hers. She kissed him deeply while the storm waged a war on the landscape around them. At first he was tense; shocked at her directness but soon he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her toward him. She broke the kiss and took a small step away from him, smiling but still without a word. She reached down and peeled her soaking top away from her skin