Lana stepped closer, her gaze magnetic and irresistibly sensual. The moonlight accentuated her beauty, making her seem almost ethereal. Slowly, she slipped the strap of her dress off her shoulder, revealing the smooth, graceful curve of her skin. Justin felt his throat go dry, his pulse quickening as his resolve began to crumble.
“Lana,” he muttered, his voice barely audible, more like a plea to himself than to her.
But she didn’t stop. Her arms wrapped around him in a tender yet deliberate embrace, pulling him closer. Her warmth, her scent—it was intoxicating. Justin’s breath hitched as every ounce of restraint he had melted away.
And then, their lips met. The kiss was wild and unrestrained, filled with a heat that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Justin’s hands
