It was quick, soft, almost like testing the waters. I tried to step back immediately, embarrassed at my own boldness, my hands fumbling at my sides.

But he didn’t let me.

His hands slid to my waist, strong and warm, and in one smooth movement he pulled me against him so tightly I gasped. My lips parted, and in that moment he kissed me back, deep and full of heat, his mouth claiming mine like he had been waiting for it all along.

The kiss grew harder, more desperate. His lips pressed again and ...