Bailey POV
Orion's mouth is hot and demanding against mine, his hands gripping my waist like he is afraid I might disappear. I press closer, needing to feel every inch of him, needing to erase the memory of this terrible week with the taste of him on my tongue.
"Bailey," he breathes against my lips, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes are dark with desire, pupils dilated. "Are you sure about this? Because if we start, I don't know if I can stop." He asks for confirmation. My heart warms at that gesture.
"Then don't stop," I whisper, reaching up to thread my fingers through his hair. "I don't want you to stop, Orion. I need you." I reply, my fingers trailing his chiseled cheekbones.
I need to feel him, to touch him,to smell him.
Something snaps in his restraint.
He kisses
