Sienna

His hands came up to cradle my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as his lips moved against mine with a tenderness that made my chest ache. But it didn’t stay tender for long. The ache quickly morphed into a sharp, desperate need. A low groan rumbled in his chest, and his kiss deepened, turning hungry, possessive.

My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. I could feel the hard line of his body against mine, the proof of his want pressing into my stomach. He broke the kiss, ...