GRACE POV
He was kissing me.
And for one dizzy, impossible second, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to run or melt.
His mouth brushed mine once—barely a touch—soft, testing, like he was asking for permission that my body gave before my brain could protest.
Then he deepened it.
He teased me with the edge of his tongue, tracing the seam of my lips, patient and relentless, until I opened for him. When I did, the sound that escaped me wasn’t a word—it was a low, breathless moan that betrayed everything I’d been trying to hide.
His answering growl vibrated against my mouth, low and dark, and I felt it all the way down my spine.
He bit my lower lip, just enough to make me gasp, then soothed the sting with his tongue. The contrast made my knees buckle. My fingers curled into his shirt, desper
