ALEXANDER POV
Her lips were soft. Too soft.
For a second, everything else disappeared, the noise of the water, the world, the contract, the lies. There was just her. The faint taste of chocolate on her lips, the way her fingers pressed lightly against my chest, the way her body fit so naturally against mine, like it had always belonged there.
I should have stopped. I knew I should have. But I didn't.
Instead I deepened the kiss, my control snapping like a thread pulled too tight. My hand tightened around her waist and when I felt her respond, when her lips parted slightly, when her body melted into mine, I lost it completely. I slipped my tongue in, slow at first, then deeper.
And she let me.
That was the problem. She let me.
A soft, unguarded sound escaped her, and it hit something
