Sensing Melva’s hesitation, Simon softened the kiss. His touch grew gentler, guiding her without pushing, giving her time to follow his rhythm.

He was a man with needs and had his share of women whenever he wanted, but none of them ever made him feel like this. Kissing Melva made his blood boil with hunger.

Melva blinked, her lashes fluttering as she slowly began to move her lips the way he did… awkward at first, then a little more sure, like she was learning through instinct ...