LILY

The moment his lips met mine for what felt like the hundredth time in the past ten hours, I melted right into his arms. My body reacted the exact same way it did the first time he held me.

Warm.

Soft.

And utterly welcoming.

His lips felt hot against mine, his chest rock-hard, yet comfortable enough that I wanted to sink into it forever.

His hand slid down to cup my ass. A liquid warmth buzzed beneath my skin, my core clenching as memories of last night flooded my mind—the way those large, calloused hands had traveled over my body, the feeling of his wet lips tracing down my...