His hand gripped my hip and the other tangled in my curls, pulling me tight against his hard form.
I could feel every line of him and his heart pounding under my hand.
He pulled back, breathless, a cheer from the Pack sounding before settling back to a happy sea of chatter as they spilled into the tavern below.
Adam's eyes were dark and longing, they shifted for a moment to my lips and chest before boring into my eyes again.
I smiled at him and kissed him again, this time more softly and caring, feeling him relax into my hands that encased his face.
We were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
Adam straightened but didn't remove his hand on my hip. He slid it across my back and pulled me into him as we came to stare at a large man flanked by three others.
The man had the es
