Every setback must have crumbled the moment I stepped into his room.
I didn't know the dangerous world he lived in, only that he was a man whose arms weren't open—but desperately needed a hug.
His hand slid along my back, and I only wished it was my bare skin he touched, not fabric.
The kiss deepened. I moaned softly into his mouth, and then he whispered my name.
"Alicia," he breathed.
I answered with another moan, helpless against the way his voice lit a fire deep inside me.
Dear heavens, this better not be a mistake. Anthony better not wake up tomorrow and pretend none of this happened. Because I won't.
Suddenly, his hand drifted to the slit of my dress, sliding over my thigh. I gasped—low and throaty—as his eyes locked on my parted lips, hungry.
Then he crushed his mouth to mine again, rougher this time, and murmured against my lips,
"I want you… in a way I've never wanted anyone."
