Ezra leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, and everything stilled for a heartbeat—then his lips descended on hers with a fervor that ignited a fire in her chest. It was deep, all-consuming.
His tongue slid past her parted lips, exploring her slowly and teasingly, as if he intended to memorize all of her taste.
He eased her into the kiss, deepening it with purpose, his tongue swirling against hers in deliberate strokes, coaxing a soft whimper from her throat. While his arm grabbed her waist tightly.
Evie gripped his shirt, anchoring herself as her body pressed fully against his. Heat coiled in her stomach. Every swirl of his tongue was a promise, every sigh an unspoken confession of just how much he'd missed her.
He scooped her into his arms effortlessly, her hands framing his face as they kissed passionately while he navigated toward the room. They collided against the wall more than once, but neither of them broke away from their kisses.
