~LAUREN’S POV~

I was drowning in his kiss.

The way his tongue claimed mine, slow at first, then deeper—demanding, consuming—like he had all the time in the world to ruin me.

And God, I was letting him.

My hands fisted his shirt, clutching the soft material like it was the only thing tethering me to this moment. To him. But I wasn’t tethered.

I was free-falling.

His mouth moved with a kind of hunger that made my knees weak, and when I swayed into him, he caught me without breaking the kiss.

Strong hands slid down my sides, curving around my hips like he already knew every inch of me....