ADRIAN

I half expected her to pull away, to freeze up like she always did. She didn't. Her dainty fingers fisted my shirt, head tilted as she kissed me back.

I pressed closer, my hand caging her between the sink and myself. My lips moved against hers—soft, controlled force and hunger.

I resisted the urge to flip her upper lip and slip my tongue into her warm mouth. My hand itched to hold her, my nails digging into the wood.

I couldn't go far, not when the kids were here. They might be too indulged in their talk, but one could never be too careful—not when she was starting to...