Kissing him was better than she’d ever imagined, and you could believe that Chas had imagined this a hundred times over before. Maybe all that imagining, all that wanting and fantasizing, was part of what made this so good. The rest of it was all them, though. There had been chemistry between them for ages, there was no denying that. But Gods, this kiss. She pressed her body as close as she could when he pulled her to him, molding her body against his, moaning again at how perfect it felt. She wanted so badly for him to take her, to feel what it was like to be entwined with his body, to have him devour her. She had wanted this, him, for so long now. Nothing with anyone had ever felt like this before; this intense, explosive, undeniable. Chastity ached for him.
Then he growled her name and Chas had no doubt that this was the best her name had ever sounded from anyone’s lips. She met his second kiss hungrily, moaning against his lips as his hands moved down over her back to her arse, making her arch into him. She broke the kiss for one brief moment to moan, “Barty….” Salazar, moaning that name was so easy. She wanted him to make her scream it. With a whimpered moan at the thought, Chas pressed her lips hungrily to his again as her fingers brushed over his chest and around his back, searching for skin. She wanted to feel his skin beneath her fingertips, just to touch him if not to mark him… though the image of being able to mark him with her nails or her teeth was enough to make her desire for him double again.