Her breath hitched again, a sharp, sweet sound lost to the crash of the waves. “You know I do,” she panted, her voice thick with a need that mirrored my own. “God, Jazon, I’ve always wanted this.”
Those words, that admission, shattered the last of my restraint. The years of arguing, the constant, simmering tension—it all coalesced into a single, driving need to claim her, to make her feel everything I’d been forced to hide.
My mouth crashed down on hers, a kiss that was all heat and hunger and pent-up years. It was no longer a question, but a demand. Her lips parted for me, her tongue meeting mine in a desperate, seeking dance. I could taste the truth on her, the surrender, and it was the most intoxicating flavor I’d ever known.
My hand, still cupping her breast, gently squeezed. The la
