Grace's POV
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to regain my composure. That one kiss held more fire than every moment I'd shared with Charles behind closed doors.
I wondered if I'd gotten myself into something beyond my depth, but retreat wasn't an option now. I craved him desperately, and from the burning intensity in his gaze, the feeling was mutual.
He pressed closer, claiming my lips again and again, giving me no chance to recover.
"A—Are you trying to kill me or something?" I gasped, my hands trembling as I pushed against him to steal a breath.
He laughed softly. "Sorry, I lost control."
His hands began their exploration, skimming along my curves and reaching for my breasts beneath the purple lace. To my shock, he didn't bother with the clasp—instead, he slipped the straps off my shoulders and tugged the fabric down roughly.
My breasts bounced free, completely exposed to his hungry stare.
