Davina's POV

“Diego—”

His lips crushed mine, and I gasped. I was unable to stop myself from returning his ferspy, meeting his hungry kisses with my own. I could feel his desire poking me in the stomach, and he let out a low growl when I rubbed against him.

He tugged at my shirt with one hand, then worked my pants open. I helped him, lifting my arms and wiggling my hips to discard my clothes because every layer between us was a layer too many.

His eyes lit up as he drank me in. But it ...