"Hmmmmm…" Faith couldn't resist Ross's affection at that moment, even if she had tried. His kiss was unlike anything she had ever experienced—hungry yet tender, firm yet gentle.
It wasn't just a kiss; it was a conquest, a declaration, and it left her utterly breathless.
Every brush of his lips against hers sent electric shivers coursing through her body, making her toes curl and her heart race wildly.
Ross held her face as if it were the most precious thing in the world, his fingers brushing her skin with feather-light touches that set her nerves alight.
Faith's mind became a blur, consumed by the fiery passion between them. She had no idea that a simple kiss could make her feel so alive, so vulnerable, and so utterly wanted.
Her senses were already overwhelmed, but then Ross's hand began its descent, trailing down her side, slow and deliberate.
