Chapter Ten
This was not the slow and patient, almost hesitant kiss they’d shared last week. This wasn’t even the crush of lips in the living room minutes ago. This kiss was hot and hard and wet and fast. Their mouths clashed and their hands couldn’t move quickly enough to touch each other.
Reese yanked at Adam’s T-shirt while he kissed along her collarbone, tugging at the crisscross straps with his teeth. His hands were under her dress, drifting higher, and he obviously didn’t want to waste time worrying about straps. Her fingers barely grazed his abdomen when his hand stroked her.
She gasped. He paused. She was set on fire with need for him. She fisted his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, which meant he had to release his grip on her. That was as far as she got, though, because he
