He pulls me in and kisses me. His lips setting mine ablaze with sensations. The more he kisses me, the less I want to stop. He runs his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for permission. I can't help but moan as his tongue collides with mine. My wolf is begging for more. He pulls his mouth away from mine, just long enough to turn my head and kiss my cheek. He starts to trail down to the top my neck. Just as he's moving to tug the hoodie out of his way, I gather all the strength I have to pull away. It takes everything I have not to give into him.