The rain kept pattering against the window, a soft, steady soundtrack as we kissed. Sullivan was letting me take the lead, and I took full advantage. He had no idea what I was planning, and I already had him right where I wanted him.

I gave him a firm push. He fell back onto the bed. With a smirk I crouched down, pulled off his shoes, and pressed a slow kiss to each of his feet before working my way up—over his trousers, across his shirt, and finally back to his mouth.

Our kisses turned deep and hungry, the kind that felt like first love and pure need at the...