Novel’s POV

The kiss was born of pure need. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and as he deepened the pressure, my fingers tangled in his hair. It was a silent fight for dominance, and I lost to him willingly. His hair was soft against my skin even as I tugged on it, pulling him closer. He moved his lips from my mouth to my neck, his touch a mix of bruising kisses and sharp, light nips that made me gasp.

“Ahh” I cried out, the sound lost to the trees. He continued his work on my skin while his hand slid under my shirt. When his palm met...