Dylan gently let her down, her back sinking into the soft fabric of the bedsheets.
He leaned over her, kissing her forehead first. She watched him closely, studying every detail of his face as if she were about to take an exam on him.
Her chest rose and fell in a slow, careful rhythm. His lips hovered inches from hers, close enough that she could breathe in his scent. Oh God, how she'd missed that.
And when his lips finally latched onto hers, she smiled inside, letting her eyes drift closed so the passion could wash over her.
"No, no… not now," he whispered, breaking the kiss for a second. "Open your eyes. I want you to watch me. You should see just how much I missed you."
She nodded, her gaze softening, and then his tongue slipped into her mouth. He tilted his head, settling deeper, and began to caress her tongue with his own.
"Mmm…" she moaned softly, the sound helpless.
