The moment their lips met, the world around them ceased to exist.
Grace wasn’t thinking—she *couldn’t* think. Every rational thought, every argument telling her that this was a terrible mistake had been silenced the second Alex’s lips touched hers.
His kiss wasn’t hesitant. It was deep, possessive, demanding. It was the kind of kiss that sent shivers racing down her spine, that made her forget everything except the heat spreading through her veins.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, she pulled him closer, feeling the solid planes of his chest beneath her palms. His hands, rough and warm, gripped her waist, molding her against him in a way that left no space between them.
A low groan rumbled in his throat as he tilted her head, deepening the kiss. His tongue brushed against hers, t
