It felt like they kissed for hours.
Cain pulls Brittney closer, the silk of her nightdress cool against his skin, her long fingers tangling in his hair, pushing him closer, her body moulding against his.
The kiss intensified, a silent conversation of longing and desire.
Cain felt himself losing control, surrendering to the moment, to the intoxicating pull of the singer's presence.
He trailed kisses down her neck, her skin warm and fragrant beneath his lips.
He could feel her heart racing against his chest, mirroring his own.
But as his hand moved lower, tracing the curve of her hip, a flicker of doubt sparked in his mind.
He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Brittney looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and disappointm
