His mouth claimed hers without warning, urgent and searing, tongues colliding in a rhythm that belonged only to them. The heat between them was all-consuming, drowning out reason as their breathing grew ragged, tangled with need.
Becca fisted his damp hair, pulling him closer, kissing him harder, like she couldn’t get enough—because she couldn’t. She wanted him with a hunger that bordered on desperation. It scared her, this raw craving, this fire he alone ignited. No man had ever made her feel like this—feverish, breathless, utterly undone.
Every touch sent tremors skittering across her skin, igniting her nerves. She wanted him to devour her, consume her whole, and just when the world narrowed down to nothing but his lips and hands, he pulled back.
She stared at him, confused, breathles
