Chapter 72

Just as she remembered, his lips felt soft, moist, and warm. His kiss was a whirlwind of sensations, and her skin tingled where he touched her.

His kiss was gentle, probing.

He sought acceptance that she wanted it, too, and craved it as much as he did.

That she hadn't run away from him was a positive sign for him. It was the start, and it was the most crucial part.

Her lips on his were a unique sensation—like magic, which, until recently, he could only feel in his dreams. Their softness caused a rush of blood through his veins, ending at a specific point on his body at a breathtaking speed.

It was a function he couldn't control, and at this particular moment, he wished he could control it so he wouldn't scare Skye or embarrass her.

He wanted to go slowly, but his body couldn't obey.

His pent-up desire and longing exploded with just a gentle touch of her lips after so many days they were apart.

He instinctively moved his lower body away from Skye to conceal his arousal.

However, he did