SLOANE

His lips brushed against mine with a softness that felt like caution, as if he was afraid I’d change my mind.

I wasn’t going to.

This was the bravest decision I have made in a while. And I wouldn’t have if I knew I’d back out midway.

As my fingers threaded his hair, running through it, he dotted kisses on my lips, his hands hooked around my waist.

But I was done with the foreplay. I wanted him. Badly. So I captured his lips again. This time, his lips were cold, sending ...