Penelope
The kiss deepens and the world outside this office ceases to exist.
Aaron's hands are everywhere, like he's exploring me for the first time all over again. One hand slides beneath the hem of my shirt, his fingertips dragging along the bare skin of my waist.
I shiver against him.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his breathing noticeably uneven.
"Are you sure?" he asks, and the question is genuine.
He is actually asking and something about that makes my chest ache with tenderness even as heat pools low in my belly.
"Yes," I say without hesitation. "I'm sure."
Something flickers in his expression and then his mouth is on mine again.
This kiss is different from the ones before. The possessiveness is still there, simmering beneath the su
