His breath stalled. His eyes slid shut as a wave of intense pleasure rushed through him, the taste of her mouth burning away every thought, and the line between right and wrong blurred.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her backward until her back met the wall. He kissed her again—deeper, more desperate.
“This is wrong, Rose,” he breathed, pulling back an inch before surrendering to her again.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he murmured against her lips, only to claim them once more.
“We should stop…” he whispered between kisses, but the words held no strength. He was powerless to pull away when she kissed him back with equal hunger. Their mouths moved together in perfect rhythm, as if something primal had taken over—two souls colliding, unable to resist.
The kiss was urgent, cons
