Chapter Two

At first, Lucas didn't touch her.

He enjoyed the game, not because he didn't want to—his eyes made it painfully obvious that he wanted nothing more. He allowed Sophie to bridge the last few inches between them as he stood there with his hands in his pockets. He finally moved when she did, when her flesh touched him.

Slowly and deliberately, his fingers rose, stroking the side of her jaw and then slipping into her hair. Her head arched back just enough to kiss her.

And my goodness, his kiss was firm, confident, and just the right amount of pressure—like he meant it. No resistance, no inquiry. He...