Estella’s POV
For a long moment, we simply stared at each other, both of us breathing hard, our lips still tingling from that first desperate kiss. I could see the battle between desire and restraint in his eyes because it mirrored my own.
“Did you mean it?” Dane asked in a hoarse voice. “You really missed me?”
“Yes. More than you know,” I whispered, looking away with embarrassment.
He caught my chin and turned me to face him. His lips captured mine again, and this time, his kiss was different—rough, desperate, full of possessive longing that made me cling to his shirt as my knees grew even weaker.
His hands slid to my waist, tracing down the curve of my hips as if mesmerizing every inch. My pulse picked up when he moved them lower, cupping my ass and squeezing tightly. I squealed i
