Bailey POV
This kiss is desperate and consuming.
It feels like four years of longing being poured into every touch. Orion's hands slide from my waist to my back, pulling me impossibly closer until there's no space left between us. I can feel his heart hammering against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
When his lips trail from my mouth to my jaw, then down to that sensitive spot just below my ear, I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair. Heat pools low in my belly, spreading through my limbs like wildfire.
"Bailey," Orion murmurs against my skin, his voice rough and wrecked. "God, you're perfect."
Those words send something straight to my now aching core.
His hand slides up my ribcage, hesitant at first as if asking permission without words.
When I arch into his touc
