Critique_This_WIP

Erica’s mouth crushed into his, her soft, eager lips meeting Shane’s in a rush of blind passion. She was breathing as fast and hard as if she’d run a mile. For a moment, Shane was frozen, his mouth firm and unmoving. Just when she started to have second thoughts, his lips relaxed, parted, and he kissed her back. Hands trembling, she reached up and pressed against him in a tentative sweep to gauge his reaction. Shane was hard; his skin stretched tight across muscles that had mesmerized her all day and well into the night.He didn’t pull away but he didn’t yield to her touch the way she expected him to either.

Damn, she was making a fool of herself. What was she thinking? ‘Live for the moment’ was not a motto meant for girls like her. She was more of the ‘slow and steady wins the race’ kind of gal. This was a mistake; she’d read the signs wrong. Clearly, he wasn’t interested; he —let out a groan as her fingertips brushed over his nipple. She’d been trying to pull her hand back, to get away from him, resolved to face the fact that she was a horrible judge of men…and sexual situations.

But that groan had gotten to her, vibrating in her ear and down the side of her neck, awakening a very primitive side of her. Her nipples tightened, heat blossomed in her belly, and she was ready for anything. No, she wanted it; all of it. She wanted Shane. And when he ran his hand up her back to pull her closer, she knew he wanted her just as badly.

Shane pulled her in, kissing her with far more desire than he had only moments earlier. His lips devoured her, his tongue slipping inside her mouth to taste her. She could have been paralyzed from his touch, but she'd simply forgotten to move. Liquid heat spread from his tongue, igniting in her a lust that consumed.

“Oh, God,” Erica breathed. She reached back up to his chest, then wrapped her arms around his back so she could pull him closer. When Shane began to trail kisses down the side of her neck, nipping at her as he went, she started to lose her mind. Digging her nails into his back, she scratched him—only through his T-shirt, but he must have felt it, because he groaned again, louder, more primal than before. He bit her, hard, but not hard enough to really hurt her. Alternately, he kissed and sucked at her neck, the feeling so intoxicating, she would have begged him to continue…if she could find her voice.

She whimpered; the sound was pathetic but there was no taking it back. It had been so long since she’d felt this kind of need, this kind of lust running through her veins.She didn't want it to end but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.