POV: Kesley

He kissed me then, deep and tender, and I tasted myself on his lips. His hand slid down my side, over my hip, gripping my thigh and hitching it up around his waist. The rough denim of his jeans pressed against my bare center, and the friction made me whimper into his mouth.

"I need you," I said against his lips. "Leo, I need you inside me. Now."

His weight settled over me, warm and solid and somehow exactly what my body had been craving without knowing it. The lamp on the nightstand cast a golden glow across his shoulders, catching the definition of muscle, the faint sheen...