He was lying.
She didn’t just like it; she loved it—the feel of his soft lips on hers moving like the waves had her forgetting about the people in the room with them.
The world seemed to melt away, leaving only them.
A soft hum escaped her as his hands caressed her neck, sending delicious shivers down her spine. He poured all the love and tenderness into the kiss, and she was floating on the horizon she had painted.
But it was ending too soon, and his lips left her so painfully that she whined, longing for more.
Kane noticed her demeanor, and he smiled, his fingers coming to trace her lips. “We could continue back at home. If you want.” He added as an afterthought, and Ariel averted her eyes, instead focusing it on her painting.
The thoughts she was having were quite unholy, and they
