The moment Justin's lips pressed against hers, Natalie felt a spark ignite inside her. His kiss was slow at first, gentle yet possessive, as if he was reassuring her that she wasn't alone. His warm lips moved against hers with a tenderness, and she instinctively leaned into him, craving his touch.
His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, his fingers splayed against her soaked back. The wet fabric of her clothes clung to her body, but she hardly noticed—her entire focus was on him, on the way his lips claimed hers, deepening the kiss with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.
A soft whimper escaped her lips as he tilted her head slightly, his fingers tracing along her jaw before sliding into her damp hair. He kissed her deeper this time, his tongue brushing against hers, coaxing her into surrender.
