His mouth covered Amelia's and he swept her up into the kind of kiss that stopped her from breathing.

If Julian was a slow burn, Nathan was a match in gasoline.

He held her face firmly in his hands, breathing her in like she was oxygen. He was dizzying, lips consuming her in his blaze. His hands moved from her face to her waist, gripping her like she was his most valuable possession.

Amelia kissed him back, drawing in ragged breaths like someone recovering ...