Cecilia's pov
"Yes?" he turned back.
He took two steps toward me, his presence grounding and magnetic.
Without thinking, I reached for him, hooked my arm around his neck, and kissed him.
That kiss was supposed to be a f*****g distraction.
A quick, hot press of my mouth to shut him up, to stop him from asking questions I wasn't ready to answer.
But the second my tongue touched his, the plan went to hell.
He kissed me back like he was starving for it.
His hand came up to cradle the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, holding me right where he wanted me.
The heat of his mouth, the slick slide of his tongue—it wasn't gentle.
It was a f*****g demand. A groan vibrated deep in his chest, and I felt it everywhere.
My little distraction backfired spectacularly. The hunger in hi
