Ethan leaned over and found my lips, and I thought this must be what a person who's been wandering in the desert for years feels like the moment the first drops of water quench their thirst. It had been too long since he kissed me, not the Rogue King, but the real Ethan-my Ethan.

His hands began to explore my body as I felt him stiffen beneath me. I ran my hand up the side of his cheek, his five o'clock shadow stinging my palm as I tangled my fingers in his hair.

He whispered as he released my ...