Perry's POV
The kiss carried the flavor of mint.
I initially assumed Phoebe had just consumed a mint, but the thought quickly faded as I returned her kiss with fervor.
Her boldness caught me off guard. I'd believed she was reluctant, that I should maintain my distance to avoid pressuring her into anything unwanted. The fragile connection between us was already hanging by a thread—I refused to be the one to snap it.
But now that she was offering herself willingly, I couldn't resist. I pressed her back against the sofa and began peeling away her dress.
Her gaze met mine briefly before darting around the room, as though searching for something that wasn't there.
"Eyes on me," I commanded, my voice rough with hunger. The ache in my groin was becoming unbearable. "Look at me, Phoebe."
She blinked, then finally locked her focus on me. When she swept her tongue across her lips, it nearly undid me. This woman wielded a power over me that bordered on dangerous.
