I didn’t expect to feel everything so clearly.
Not just the warmth of Michael’s skin or the heat of his kisses—but him. His emotions. His hunger. His restraint. His love.
It was like he had left the door to his soul wide open, and the moment he touched me, I stepped through it without even realizing.
I gasped against his mouth as his hand slid up the back of my thigh, lifting me onto the dresser like I weighed nothing after being on our bed for so long the cold underneath me made my senses stand on point.
My body responded without hesitation—arching, trembling, wanting. But it was the flood of his feelings that made me moan.
A wave of yearning hit me so strong I couldn’t tell where my want ended and his began.
“Michael…” I whispered, my breath catching as he pressed his forehead to
