What The Hell Are You Doing In My Bed? 76

His fingers tightened in her hair, tilting her head a bit more so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue swiped against her bottom lip, coaxing her to part them just a little more. And when she did—when she allowed him just the smallest opening—Enzo took it. His tongue slipped inside, tasting and teasing her.

Adeline let out a quiet, breathy moan, her hands lifting from her lap to clutch at the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric.

That single sound sent a spark of heat racing through Enzo's body.

He growled softly, his grip on her waist tightening, and his fingers digging in just enough to make her arch against him. His lips moved more hungrily against hers, drinking in every soft, fleeting moan she gave.

Fuck. If he wasn't careful, he was going to lose himself entirely. But just then, Adeline suddenly broke the kiss, gasping for air.