Then his mouth was on hers.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant.
It was a claiming.
Heat exploded between them as he pressed her against the wall, his hands gripping her waist, molding her against him. Amelia gasped, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against hers in a way that sent a tremor down her spine.
She was drowning in him.
And worst of all?
She didn’t want to be saved.
Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer even though she knew she shouldn’t.
Andrew groaned against her mouth, his grip tightening, his kiss turning desperate.
Like he had wanted this just as badly as she had.
Like this wasn’t just a mistake to him.
But then reality came crashing down.
Amelia wrenched herself away, breathing heavily. “No. We
