He didn't plan it.
At first, all he wanted was to quiet her trembling voice, to stop the storm in her eyes—the pain, the doubt, the heartbreak she wore like armor. So he kissed her.
But the moment his lips met hers, something inside him shattered.
Because she kissed him back with a hunger that undid him.
And then came the sound.
A soft, breathless moan against his mouth—sweet, aching, and utterly devastating. The kind of sound a man doesn't forget. The kind that rewires something in his blood.
Adam deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down her waist, gripping her like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go. His body pressed hers into the counter, lips trailing from her mouth to her jaw, then to her throat. Her skin was warm, flushed, trembling under his touch.
"Sofia..." he whispered, voice low and frayed. "Tell me to stop."
But she didn't.
