Rachel POV
The kiss deepened; slow, deliberate, consuming.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears, racing to keep up with his. He tasted of warmth and something darker, power that held barely in check.
His hand slid up my back, then down again, tracing the curve of my spine as if memorising me.
Before I could process it, he dipped me back, laying me against the desk. The sudden movement sent its contents spilling to the floor as a startled gasp tore from my lips.
I looked up at him, breathless, my back pressed to the cool surface, my hair fanned beneath me. His eyes were dark with hunger there was relief there too, and something dangerously close to happiness.
The corner of his mouth tilted into the faintest grin.
He braced both hands beside my head, caging me in without touching, like h
