Christoph kissed her with a force and certainty that stole the breath from her lungs. His hand held her waist firmly, drawing her closer, while his other hand slid up her back with slow, deliberate confidence. Sophia’s fingers curled into his shirt, helpless against the dizzying pull of his mouth on hers. Heat flooded her, her knees weakening as her body betrayed every ounce of pride she possessed.
He kissed like a man who did not hesitate. A man who expected her to meet him with the same intensity. A man who did not accept retreat.
Sophia, despite every voice in her mind telling her to push him away, leaned in.
And then a knock sounded at the door.
A crisp, intrusive knock that sliced straight through the haze around them.
Christoph stilled.Sophia froze, lips tingling, pulse frantic.
