Evelyn POV
His lips brushed mine so slowly it hurt. A soft touch at first, then a hungry pull that stole every bit of air from my lungs. His hand slid down my back, firm and sure, dragging me closer until my chest pressed into his. The room spun. My fingers curled into his shirt on their own. I could feel his breath mix with mine, warm and desperate, and that tiny sound he made when he deepened the kiss almost made my knees fail.
I felt him smirk against my mouth like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He always knew. His other hand framed my jaw, tilting my face up as his lips moved with a hunger I had missed so much it hurt to admit it.
A soft gasp escaped me. I didn’t plan it. Didn’t want it. But it slipped out anyway, and his mouth paused for a second as if he was savoring it,
