Charlotte’s POV
When Kieran’s mouth first found mine, I thought I was dreaming; I thought I had passed out on the sand and my drunk mind was conjuring up fantasies.
But then Kieran’s hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing across my cheekbones, and I knew this was real.
His lips were warm and firm against mine, and when I parted my mouth, he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept against mine, tasting like salt and coffee and desire.
I gasped into his mouth, and he made a low sound in his chest that sent heat flooding through me.
His hands left my face and slid down to my waist, pulling me closer. I went willingly, pressing myself against him, feeling the hard planes of his chest through his shirt.
He lowered me back onto the sand, his body covering mine, and I felt the
