Nate went very still, not breathing, not moving. Letting her close the distance.
Evie's lips brushed his. Tentative. Testing.
The effect was instantaneous.
Nate made a sound low in his throat, part growl, part moan, and his hand slid into her hair. The kiss deepened, went from gentle exploration to desperate need in a heartbeat.
Evie gasped against his mouth, and he took advantage, tasting her, claiming her in ways that had nothing to do with bites and everything to do with pure want.
She'd been kissed before. Marcus had kissed her hundreds of times.
But this was different. This was fire and hunger and coming home. This was every romance novel cliché she'd ever rolled her eyes at suddenly making perfect sense.
This was right.
When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Nate
