Ella barely had time to catch her breath after Lucas tore up the contract before his mouth was on hers again. This kiss was different—hungrier, no holding back. Months of stolen glances, almost-kisses, and restrained touches exploded between them.
Lucas lifted her onto the kitchen island, her legs parting so he could step between them. His hands slid under her shirt, palms hot against her skin as he tugged the fabric over her head and tossed it aside. “I need you,” he growled against her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point. “All of you. Right now.”
“Yes,” she moaned, arching into him. Her fingers worked frantically at his shirt buttons until she gave up and ripped it open, buttons scattering across the floor. She ran her hands over his hard chest, tracing the lines of muscle she’d fantas
