Hunter's POV

The kiss wasn't gentle or tentative. Grace grabbed my t-shirt, yanking me closer, her mouth hot and desperate against mine. Every nerve in my body lit up like fire.

I gripped her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh through the thin cotton of her tank top. She gasped against my lips, and I swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss until we were both breathless.

"Grace—" I broke away just enough to speak; my forehead pressed to hers. "We need to—"

"I don't want to ...