Elin’s POV:

Aaron carried me back to our home in the city center. He didn’t even make it to the bedroom—he set me down on the low cabinet by the entryway, his large hand gripping the back of my head as his lips crashed onto mine.

I was swallowed by his kisses, my head forced to tilt back beneath the onslaught. His hot lips moved down my throat, tracing the line of my collarbone before closing over a trembling nipple through the thin fabric of my dress.

His tongue was skillful and ...