Go back?
The thought barely registered. There was no hesitation in her mind, no lingering doubt in her heart.
She smiled—a slow, knowing curve of her lips—before leaning in again.
This time, she was the one who kissed him.
It was soft at first, hesitant, but the moment Riley responded, the hesitation vanished. His arms tightened around her, pulling her against him, molding her body to his as their kiss deepened.
His lips moved against hers with a hunger that sent another surge of heat coursing through her veins.
Leia let out a small whimper as Riley's hands wandered lower, tracing the curve of her waist before sliding down to grip her hips.
She shuddered under his touch, her body instinctively pressing closer, craving more.
His fingers ghosted along the small of her back, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched.
Leia felt like she was drowning in him, in the way his lips devoured hers, in the way his body pressed against her, firm and unyielding.
