At first Genevieve's lips brushed Stefan's hesitantly, like she was afraid he would pull away. But Stefan didn't pull back. He leaned in and kissed her fully, and it was deep and slow, like he too wanted to taste every bit of her.
Genevieve's heart raced. Her hands lifted, clutching at the front of his shirt, while his arm slid around her waist, pulling her close. The swing rocked under them as their kiss grew hotter. His lips moved against hers with need, and her breath came fast and shallow.
Heat curled inside her, spreading quickly. She wanted more, so much more, but just as the kiss threatened to spill over, Stefan broke it.
He pressed his forehead against hers, his breathing rough, his hand still firm at her waist. "We should stop," he whispered, his voice husky.
Her lower lip protruded in a pout. "Why?"
His thumb brushed her jaw gently, but his tone stayed firm. "Because if I don't stop now, I won't stop at all…"
"I don't want you to stop," she said softly.
