He kisses me again, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that consumes me. I lose myself in the taste of him, the feel of his body pressed against mine.
Ava, Selene warns in my mind, her voice a distant echo. Remember what you need.
I try to focus on her words, but it's hard when Lucas is kissing me like this, like I'm the only thing that matters in the world.
His hands slide under my shirt, his calloused fingers skimming over my sensitive skin. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
"Lucas," I breathe, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "We have to stop."
He pulls back, his golden eyes blazing with desire. "I know. I'm sorry. I just can't control myself around you."
But his hands are still seeking, and I'm still arching into their touch. Rough fingers pull the cup of my bra low, and his thumb flicks over my nipple.
