EVA'S POV
Clark's mouth came down on mine slowly at first, testing, like he was giving me one last chance to change my mind.
Then I parted my lips and the kiss deepened, turning into hunger.
His hands slid to my waist, pulling me flush against him.
I felt every hard inch of him, felt the way he trembled when I moaned softly into his mouth.
We moved without breaking the kiss, stumbling toward the living room until my back met the wall.
Clark’s hands roamed up my sides, over the curve of my hips, then higher with his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress.
I arched into him moving my fingers through his still-damp hair.
“God, you feel…” He broke the kiss only to trail his lips along my jaw and down my neck with his teeth grazing the sen
