The way his chest rose a little too fast.The way his grip on me was just a little too tight.
His pulse was racing, and so was mine.
“You caught me,” I whispered.
His jaw tightened.“You think I’d let you hit the ground, sugar?”
I shook my head slightly.“No.”
“Damn right,” he muttered.
I swallowed.“Thank you.”
Neither of us moved.
His arms were still around me.Mine were… somewhere between braced against his chest and gripping his shirt without me remembering deciding to do that.
Everything felt still.
“Swift,” I whispered.
His eyes dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes.
“You should run away from me, sugar,” he said, voice low and rough.
I shook my head.No hesitation.No doubt.
“Last chance,” he murmured, leaning in just a fraction.
My heart slammed against my ribs.“Kiss me, Swift.”
That was it.
That was all it took.
I saw it happen.Saw the exact second his restraint snapped.
His mouth was on mine before I could take another breath.
Hot and demanding.Not gentle, not hesitant, and not careful in the way he had been before.
His hand came up to the side of my face, fingers threading into my hair, tilting my head just enough to deepen the kiss.My fingers tightened in his shirt as my body melted into his, heat rushing through me so fast it made my head spin.
I felt it everywhere.
The pull.
The heat.
The way his body pressed into mine like he couldn’t get close enough.
Like he didn’t want to.
My lips parted under his, and the kiss deepened, slow and consuming, like he was taking his time even though everything about it felt like it was right on the edge of losing control.
My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could feel it.
I didn’t care.
