The second our lips parted, I barely had time to catch my breath before Shane’s hands were everywhere, claiming, exploring, devouring.

He lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the edge of the kitchen counter. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, heels digging into his back, hips grinding against him as he crushed me to him with possessive force.

“Lovia…” he groaned, his voice thick, rough, needy. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you since you walked in that ...