Hailee's POV
Before I could respond, Dane slammed his lips against mine again, sucking the breath out of me. I kissed him back, my fingers gripping his hair as he kissed me passionately but also possessively and jealously, like he was trying to make a point.
I should've pushed him away, told him I was tired… but I didn't.
Because in that moment, my body wasn't listening to my mind. It was listening to the pleasure the hands of Dane were giving me.
His hands roamed down my sides, gripping my hips with desperate intensity, pulling me flush against him. His kiss deepened, devouring me, and I felt myself drowning in it.
"I can't stop thinking about you," Dane whispered hoarsely against my lips. "Every damn night. Every time I close my eyes, Hailee… it's you."
I whimpered, a sound torn between guilt and desire, my hands still clutching the front of his shirt. "Dane…" I managed to whisper, but I didn't know what I was going to say. I wasn't even sure I could say anything at all.
