Ross's POV.

I pressed my lips to her forehead, feeling her relax into sleep. But my mind was a jumble of emotions - if I had fallen for her, or was I driven by a desire to claim her, to prove that she was mine and not Richard's?

She was breathtakingly beautiful, and I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her cheeks, feeling a thrill as she moaned softly.

I chuckled, my eyes crinkling at the corners, as she covered her face with the pillow.

Suddenly, I felt a primal urge to pin her against the wall, to feel her neck beneath my lips, to hear her moan with pleasure....