[Lucien]
I stumbled back from the force of it, catching her by instinct, hands gripping her bare waist. My brain short-circuited. Her body was wet and cold, but her mouth was warm. She kissed me like I was air and she hadn't breathed in days—even though it hadn't been more than a few hours. I responded before I could stop myself—pressing her against me, drinking her in.
Her tongue slid against mine and I groaned.
She tasted like rain. My hands moved on their own, one sliding up her spine, the other gripping the base of her skull.
"You're soaked," I murmured against her lips.
"Didn't have time to dry off," she whispered, lips brushing mine again. "I needed to see you."
I pulled back, eyes scanning her face—her flushed cheeks. She had broken her own rule by kissing me without permissio
