My hand found its way to his face, cupping his jaw as I pulled him closer. Our lips met in a kiss that was soft at first, but quickly deepened, the need to feel each other overwhelming everything else. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer until I was practically straddling him.

When he finally broke the kiss, his lips didn’t stray far, gliding over my jaw and down to my neck. Each kiss he placed on my skin was a brand, searing and claiming, but it was when his lips found ...