Joanne let out a small gasp and covered her face, laughing.
The next thing she knew, the bed dipped beneath his weight as he pounced, making her bounce slightly. His warmth surrounded her, his presence consuming every inch of space between them.
She turned her face to the side, but he caught her hand, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her palm.
"Want to kiss more?" he whispered above her lips, his voice husky, teasing.
Heart hammering, she peeked through her fingers, meeting his gaze.
He was smiling—bright and boyish—but there was a dusting of red on his cheeks too. Was it the alcohol? Or… was it her?
Before she could dwell on it, his lips descended on hers, deep and all-consuming.
And then…
Everything else melted away.
He was gentle. Reverent.
