Jessica's POV
Caleb's kiss felt like punishment incarnate. The moment my lips parted in shock, his tongue invaded my mouth with ruthless precision, twisting around mine and drawing it into a dance so intense that a moan escaped despite myself.
My fingers found his collar, but rather than shoving him away like any rational person would, I yanked him closer, making our kiss deeper and more desperate.
He growled his approval, hauling me from my chair and crushing my body against his as he leaned back against my desk. His hands found my curves, squeezing possessively.
Nothing about this moment held tenderness or romance. This was raw fury mixed with desperate hunger, guilt wrapped in burning need.
Our kiss became our language because neither of us dared speak the truth aloud. We were both terrified of what words might reveal.
