My lips crash against his, and I hear him moan. Probably with a mix of surprise and joy. He holds me tighter, fingertips digging into my skin as he turns the kiss ravenous. This man missed me, and there’s no other way he could have shown it. This kiss is more than the lust we’ve shared until now. This kiss is more than owning me, or my body. This kiss…is the second chance he so desperately talks about,
