Tom's POV
Her mouth against mine felt like coming home after a long time wandering in the wilderness. Soft as silk, warm as summer rain, and dangerously addictive. Every kiss reminded me why I couldn't stay away from her, why I kept coming back despite everything that should have kept us apart.
My mind went blank as I deepened the kiss with Delia.
Her perfume wrapped around me like a spell, intoxicating and impossible to resist. The way her hair cascaded over my hands as I held her face, the smoothness of her skin beneath my fingertips, the gentle curves of her body pressed against mine. Every sensation sent electricity racing through my veins.
We had been here before, tangled together on this same couch in my office, but the intensity never dulled. If anything, it grew stronger each time, more desperate, more consuming.
I refused to let anything interfere this time. Not second thoughts, not consequences, not Camilla standing in the way of what I wanted.
