The kiss ended, leaving Grace breathless, her chest rising and falling in uneven waves.
Her lips tingled, still swollen from Ross's relentless assault, her body thrumming with heat.
She leaned forward instinctively, her mouth slightly parted, silently asking for more.
But Ross wasn't there.
Her eyes fluttered open, confusion flashing through her dazed mind—until she found him.
He was watching her, his lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk, his dark gaze drinking her in with the satisfaction of a hunter who had successfully lured his prey into a trap.
The realization sent a shiver down her spine.
She had been caught.
No, worse—she had willingly walked into his grasp.
A flush of shame and frustration warred with the undeniable ache between her legs.
She knew exactly what he had done to her—how easily he had made her yield, how he had manipulated her body into surrendering, into craving more.
How had this happened?
