I was stunned by the way she looked. Every detail of her, the tilt of her head, the curve of her lips, the way her hair fell around her face, sent jolts through my body I hadn’t felt in a long time. My mind screamed for control, but my instincts betrayed me. I craved her soft lips, wanted to kiss her again and again, until we were both gasping for air, intoxicated by each other’s presence.
Her grip on me tightened as our lips stayed locked. She resisted in small, teasing ways, and that only made me grin. Before I realized it, my hands were tracing her curves, guided by a longing I couldn’t suppress or explain. Every fiber of me wanted her. Every heartbeat ached for her.
It had been far too long since I’d felt this alive, this drawn inescapably to someone. She wrapped her wrists tightly a
