Tess had dreamed of Lanse's kisses more times than she could count. She missed the way they seemed to wake up every cell in her body, like electricity rippling from her lips to her fingertips.
The moment his mouth pressed against hers again, she felt it—her pulse racing, a dizzy rush rising to her head, so intense she thought she might burst. She kissed him back without hesitation, letting herself get swept away.
When her back thudded softly against the hallway wall, his hands slid behind her to cushion the impact. The contact was warm, grounding—but it also reminded her where they were. Her mind jolted, trying to drag her back into reason.
Then came the metallic click. The unmistakable sound of his belt buckle loosening. The thought barely formed before his fingers grazed the bare skin of her thigh, slipping beneath the hem of her dress and lifting it higher toward her waist.
