"Last time," he said softly, "was about hunger. Need." His thumb traced her lower lip. "But I want to know every part of you, Laura. Slowly. Completely."
She leaned closer, her eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed hers. The kiss was gentle at first, a stark contrast to the heated exchanges of their night together. But as his tongue traced the seam of her lips, asking for entrance, the gentleness gave way to something deeper.
Laura's fingers tangled in his wet hair, pulling him closer. The cool river around them did nothing to ease the heat building between their bodies. Dante's hands roamed her back, pressing her against him until she could feel every perfect plane of his chest through their soaked clothes.
A distant howl shattered the moment.
They broke apart, breathing hard. A se
