Elaine
A second to duck aside from the hulking man—looking sinfully good with our daughter in his arms—should have been enough. Instead, everything short circuited with one look at Grayson.
In my defence, I was still reeling from the sheer genuineness of his father's acceptance of me and Claire, I didn't see him coming.
I didn't expect... this.
His lips crashed against mine, tipping my world off its axis as I melted in the raw demand of his kiss.
I should have stopped it, should have stopped him, but six years vanished like smoke.
Hate?
Hurt?
In the moment? They both melted like wax in the spark of want. Desire. And with every sweep of his tongue, every rush of heat pooling down low, I knew my body had forgotten nothing.
I had forgotten nothing.
Apparently... neither had Grayso
