Sean's grip on her waist tightened as Gina pressed her chest flush against him, their lips moving in a desperate, hungry rhythm that neither of them tried to slow. Every brush, every taste only seemed to deepen the ache that had been building between them for far too long.
She had missed this — the addictive taste of him, the way his kiss could unravel her in seconds. Now that she had him here, trapped beneath her touch, she wasn't about to hold back. She kissed him like a woman starved, her fingers threading into his hair and tugging him even closer, as if afraid he might vanish if she let go.
Sean's hands slid from her waist, trailing down her back with a slow, possessive touch before gripping her hips and pulling her firmly against him, letting her feel the full extent of his longing. His lips left hers for a moment, tracing a heated path along her jaw and down to her neck, where he paused — his breath hot and ragged against her skin.
