Chapter 5
At the first soft touch of Caleb’s lips, Emerson’s brain short-circuited, spilling out whatever protest she’d been about to make. Immobile with shock, she could only stand there. No one had kissed her in four years, and never, ever like this.
He wasn’t touching her anywhere but her mouth, each tender brush a question that made her knees go weak. That was her only excuse for sagging into him, curling her hands into his shirt. It wasn’t because she wanted to get closer for more of this gentle assault on her senses.
But his arms came around her, and one hand slid into her hair, cupping her nape with those strong, capable fingers in a way that made her want to whimper. He angled her head to take the kiss deeper, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. She opened for him on a gree
