Eve

Sage’s eyes darkened, the tenderness in them shifting into something hungrier. He didn’t speak. He simply leaned in again, capturing my mouth in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened, slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every second.

His hands, which had been resting lightly on my waist, began to move.

One palm slid up my spine, fingers splaying wide between my shoulder blades, pulling me closer until our chests pressed together. The other traced the curve of my hip, thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above the waistband of my panties—the only thing either of us still wore.

I shivered, not from cold, but...