"Mmm…"
It started as a breath, a hum, a sound that escaped Jade's parted lips before she could stop it. All she could do now was melt under Riley's touch.
His kisses were hot—urgent yet teasing—and his hands were wild, yet impossibly precise.
It was like they moved with instinct, guided by some invisible thread that led them to every place she secretly wished to be touched.
His lips moved over hers with practiced intensity, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth with deep, heady strokes that made her toes curl.
One of his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, the other trailing down her spine to her waist, then her hip, like he was tracing her outline from memory.
The kiss lasted what felt like a lifetime—slow, greedy, and utterly consuming—until her lungs burned for air and her skin tingled with need.
But Riley wasn't done.
