She didn't feel like a girl when he kissed her, but like fire in a girl's form, burning and hungry.

She drew him down against her, and his sinewy strength and the softness of the bed became the safest place in the world.

I want to kiss you so thoroughly that you lose your ability to stand.

Delicately, she parted her lips, swept them against his, and kissed first his top, then the bottom. Letting her lead, he pinched his brows together and held still. She didn’t come at him with fire. She told him a story. And he’d be damned if it didn’t start with once upon a time like she were proving he was some kind of hero. Specifically, hers.

Passion lingers on a state of bliss
Love loves you more when you kiss

Cash leaned forward against her hand and Harper met him halfway. The kiss was powerful and demanding. Harper wrapped her arms around Cash, feeling his heartbeat against her chest. The kiss was more aggressive than either of them meant it to be, and, when they pulled apart, they were both breathing fast, like they had sprinted toward each other.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to do that,” Cash said, out of breath.
“Eight years,” Harper murmured.
“My whole life,” Cash corrected, leaning in again.