Noah gently lowered Sage's feet back to the floor, but he didn't let her go. His arm stayed locked around her, pressing her flush against his chest while his other hand slid up to cradle the nape of her neck again.
He kissed her harder, deeper, tongue stroking possessively against hers as if he were trying to memorize the velvet heat of her mouth, the way she tasted like sin and summer nights all at once.
Sage moaned softly into the kiss, the sound vibrating straight through him and pooling low in his gut. Her hands roamed up his chest, then curled into his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him growl against her lips.
Guiding her backward through the sun-kissed bedroom, Noah never broke the kiss. His mouth moved against hers with slow, lingering hunger, each step bringing them deeper into the warm glow of the fading sunlight.
