around his waist, my hands moving to the back of his neck. I didn’t want to exist outside the confines of his arms. He kissed me slowly this time, savoring me in a way that made me rock against him, searching for more. He groaned deeply again. We broke the kiss to come up for air, both panting. “God damn, Lyla James.” He set his forehead against mine and tightened his grip on my thighs. “God damn.”
