Her fingers were still tangled in his hair.
“Then don’t stop,” she whispered.
His eyes opened—stormy, full of agony and wanting.
Then Ethan kissed her—
not gently, not hesitantly—
but like a man who had been wandering in the desert his entire life and had finally found water.
His lips crashed onto hers with starved hunger.
Rose gasped, and Ethan deepened the kiss instantly, his mouth moving over hers with desperate intensity. His lips brushed, pressed, claimed— tasting, learning, needing.
He caught her lower lip between his teeth, tugging lightly.
Rose moaned.
The sound sent something wild through him.
His hand slid to the back of her neck, angling her closer, deepening the kiss until there was no space between them. Her fingers wove into his hair, tugging him even closer, answe
