Kinsley’s POV

My mate keeps his arms wrapped around my lower back, pulling me to face him while we relax in the bathtub, though I don’t think we’ve been interested in relaxing all that much. I can’t stop the tingle of friction that travels up my body when he touches me.

I never want it to end.

He brings his strong, needy palm behind my head and centers me just right so our lips can lock at just the perfect angle. Kissing Terron is like being touched by bliss in the ...