Amara

Blame it on the wine, or the irresistible look that danced in Mckenna’s eyes—but I needed to have him now. My body craved his touch, and the alcohol had intensified it to the point where it felt unbearable. Like my entire body would combust if he didn’t kiss me.

Considering the type of man Mckenna was, I didn’t think him to be a gentle lover. But when his lips touched mine, the pressure was so soft, that I knew I had gotten it all wrong.

His hand tightened around my ...