Kendra kept moving her hips, rolling them effortlessly to the rhythm of the music playing softly in the background. Mark’s hand still rested on her hip, his grip light yet firm, as if he was both holding back and barely in control. He should have let go, should have stepped away, but he couldn’t.
Instead, he found himself leaning in, his chest barely brushing against her back. The heat of her body seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt, making it impossible to ignore the closeness between them. His breath felt heavy, his heart hammering against his ribs, but still, he didn’t move.
And then Kendra did it.
Without hesitation, without warning, she closed the last sliver of space between them, pressing her body gently against his. The soft curve of her back molded against his chest, an
