Lance gently lowered Fiore to the cold ground, but the coolness didn’t register, not with the heat rolling off his body, enveloping her in its warmth. His movements were smooth, practiced, as he positioned himself between her thighs, their lips locked in a passionate dance. His hand slid beneath her head, cradling her gently to ensure she wouldn’t bump against the hard earth. Even in this primal moment, he was protective, mindful.
Fiore’s heart pounded in sync with the rhythm of their kiss. When Lance finally pulled away for a breath, she barely registered the break before whispering his name—more a plea than anything, urging him not to stop. He didn’t need more encouragement. His mouth found hers again, the kiss deepening with an urgency that left Fiore breathless. The only thing groundi
