Lynn’sPOV

Then he kisses me.

It's soft at first. Gentle. His lips taste like wine and something uniquely him. I melt into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders.

He deepens the kiss, tongue sliding against mine, and heat pools low in my belly. His hand moves from my jaw to tangle in my hair, tilting my head back for better access.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard.

"Wow," I ...