He watched Kayla fish her keys out of her purse and unlock her door. She pushed the door open, but didn’t go inside. Kayla twirled and stared at him, eyes showing all her emotions in them.

Ian couldn’t turn away, he couldn’t just walk away when she wanted him. His hand shot out, wrapped around her waist, pulling her back to him. He brushed his lips against hers, softly at first, trying to see if he had stepped over the boundaries.

Kayla wrapped her arms around his neck, and he took that as a sign and deepened the kiss. He slid his tongue in her warm mouth, tasting her for the first time. Her taste exploded into his mouth. A taste forever planted in his soul. A taste he would never forget. He craved Kayla, wanted her with every ounce of being in his soul.

Kayla pressed against his body and the moment she did, his body responded, hardening in mere seconds. How could this woman make him respond to her in ways he was able to control with other women? He wasn’t some eighteen-year-old boy who got hard every time the wind blew. This woman took all of his control away from him, replacing it with blinding need.

Ian had to stop this kiss before it spiraled out of control. He couldn’t take her to his bed. Not so quickly. He wanted to, but he also liked to get to know his women a little better.

Kayla moaned deep in her throat, the smell of her cream made it harder for him to control himself. His hands had a mind of their own. One hand slid down her back. Feeling her shiver, he gripped her ass, pulling her closer to his body, grinding against her. His cock needed release and very soon.

When Kayla moaned again, he knew that they were close to the point of no return. Her nails scraped down his back, the painful pleasure was almost his undoing. It took all of his will power to pull away.

Kayla’s chest rose and fell with each breath she took.

Her desire wrapped around him, squeezing tightly. “Kayla,” his voice was deep with passion. “I can’t do this. Not now. As much as I want to take you to bed, I can’t.”