She froze at what Cayson had just done. It caught her completely off guard. Her hands lifted in the air, unsure whether to push him away or wrap her arms around his neck.
Cayson was kneeling before her, his palms pressed onto the bed, trapping her in place. His lips were locked firmly against hers, kissing her with the same fire he had shown earlier that day. It was forceful. Intentional. The kind of kiss she had never experienced before.
She used to think Baron was a good kisser back when they were still together. But Cayson? Cayson was something else entirely. He was a master at this. If there were trophies for it, he had already won.
He started slow, gently molding his lips against hers. Then his pace deepened, grew rougher. He teased her; biting her lower lip, licking, tugging… turning it in
