He kissed me again, and this time there was nothing gentle about it. It was heat and need and promise all at once. My body responded instantly, a low ache building in my core, my skin hyper-aware of every place we touched.
When we broke apart, breathless, I felt a boldness that would have been foreign to me just weeks ago. I took a step backward, toward the massive bed that dominated one side of the suite. My fingers found his, tugging him along as I walked backward, eyes locked on his.
"Come to bed," I said softly, watching his pupils dilate at my words.
Desire flashed across his face, but so did tenderness. "Are you sure?" he asked, always careful with me, always respectful of the boundaries I was still learning to redraw.
My answer was to pull him closer, to press my body against hi
