Lila
The kiss was demanding, almost desperate, as if he had been holding himself back all night.
My hands pressed against his chest, initially to push him away, but they betrayed me, curling into the fabric of his shirt instead.
Heat surged through me, and my wolf stirred, urging me to respond. Against my better judgment, I did.
His hands slid down my arms, gripping my waist and pulling me flush against his already hard erection. “Caden,” I managed to murmur against his lips, trying to catch my breath.
We barely made it to the small couch in the corner of the booth. His hands were everywhere, sliding over the curve of my waist, down my thighs, and back up again.
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the world outside disappeared.
His fingers worked on the zipper
