The tension between them was electric, humming in the quiet space of the living room. Jullian’s hands moved to her waist, warm and steady, his fingertips barely pressing into the fabric of her dress. Grace tilted her head back, breath shallow, as she watched him through half-lidded eyes.
“Are you sure?” His voice was rough, laced with restraint. If she was going to give him her first, he was damn-straight going to make it perfect and memorable for her.
Grace’s lips curled in a slow smile. “You ask me that like I haven’t been waiting for you to do this.”
A low growl rumbled in his throat before he closed the distance, capturing her lips again in a kiss that was nothing like the playful ones before. This one was hungry, insistent, and filled with all the tension that had been building be
