~CHAPTER SIXTY SIX~
I let out a soft, traitorous moan before I can swallow it down.
No, Amelia. Don’t you dare.
His mouth is on mine, hungry and consuming, his kiss all heat and dominance. The water shifts around us as his body presses me harder against the cold wall of the pool. I can feel the solid line of him against me, the unmistakable proof of how much he wants this—wants me.
My body responds before my mind can protest.
Every time I try to pull away from him, he drags me back with nothing but touch and tension. It’s infuriating. It’s intoxicating.
He deepens the kiss, like he senses my hesitation. Like he knows the exact second my resistance starts to weaken. His hand slides to my waist, gripping firmly, holding me in place as if I belong there.
And for a second—
I let him.
