I kissed her. It started gentle, a question, a brush of lips against lips. But the second she gasped, a tiny, yielding sound, it turned desperate. I couldn't stop.
My mouth moved from her lips to the line of her jaw, down the column of her throat, to the delicate hollow of her shoulder. I inhaled the clean, soapy scent of her skin, felt her arms lock around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
She made a small, broken sound that went straight to my soul.
Then her stomach growled.
A loud, unmistakable, profoundly human rumble.
Aria went rigid beneath me, her face flushing a deep, mortified red.
"I—that's not—I mean, I ate, but—"
I pulled back just enough to look at her, the corner of my mouth twitching despite the war inside me.
Then I leaned in and bit her lower lip, a gentle, possessive pressure, before forcing myself to peel my body away from the heaven of hers.
"Stay," I commanded, the word rough as I reached for the phone.
