Arabella

I was still taken aback by his confession when he leaned in close and stole another kiss from me. There was nothing soft or slow about the way he kissed me.

He kissed me with the urgency of a hungry man. I didn’t think I would be able to contain my feelings. It was overwhelming, how much I needed this man, how much I loved him.

When he pulled away, his eyes raked my body, a blend of lust and desire. “As much as I love this dress on you, Arabella…” his fingers traced a path down my collarbone to my clavicle and down to the valley between my...