It started as a soft press of lips, but the moment Mailah's small hand reached up to rest against his cheek, something inside Grayson snapped.
The weeks of separation, the quiet nights spent staring at the ceiling of an empty room, and the constant, dull ache of missing her all rushed to the surface at once. His breath hitched against her mouth. He deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers with a sudden, needy hunger that made Mailah's mind go completely blank.
His large hand slid from her jawline down to the curve of her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. Mailah gasped into his mouth, and Grayson used the moment to deepen the kiss even further, his tongue tracing her bottom lip before tangling with hers. An electric shiver ran straight down her spine. The scent of rain, cedar, and dark warmth wrapped around her like a blanket. It was intense, overwhelming, and so sweet her toes curled under her blanket.
