—Mabel—

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.

Then slowly, he leaned closer and claimed my lips.

My breath hitched, and a delicious warmth spread through me.

His kiss was slow, unhurried, yet full of possession, like he was reclaiming me with every brush of his lips.

I melted into him, my hands gripping his T-shirt for balance—or maybe for grounding.

Each time he left my lips, it was only to change position and devour them again.

I gasped as he left my lips and ...