Lyris POV
I didn't think. That was the thing about heat, it didn't leave room for thinking. One moment I was standing there, legs unsteady, eyes burning with a warmth I couldn't pull back, and the next my hand was fisting the front of James's jacket and I was pulling him down and crashing my mouth into his.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't careful, my fingers twisted into his collar and I kissed him with everything the heat was pushing through me, urgent and consuming, like something that had been locked too tight for too long and finally found a way out.
His breath caught against my lips.
For exactly one second he went still, and then whatever was left of his hesitation dissolved completely and he kissed me back with a certainty that matched everything I was feeling, his hands finding my
