As Alex’s lips brushed against hers, Kendra closed her eyes and let herself sink into the moment. His kisses were soft, careful—almost too careful. His hands traced along her arms before settling on her waist, pulling her closer, but he never pushed. It was as if he was waiting for her to take the lead.
She kissed him deeper, hoping to drown out the noise in her head, the memories she didn’t want creeping in. Alex responded, his hands roaming over her back, trailing down her sides, his touch featherlight. Kendra wanted to feel something—something real, something that made her forget everything that came before this. And for a fleeting moment, she thought she did.
When he lifted her onto his lap, his hands gripping her thighs, she gasped, not out of surprise but out of desperation to hold
