It felt more like a first kiss than my actual first had been. It was the kiss we would have had as much younger, way less experienced teenagers.

Then it happened again and again—light, sipping kisses that had me rising on my toes to get closer to him. He was so tense under my hand, I wondered if he’d snap or shatter.

He pulled back just long enough to look at me, his brow knit together like he was in pain, searching my face for something he didn’t name.

I saw the moment he decided. The strain disappeared from his face, and determination took its place.

Then his mouth was on mine, hard and demanding. I parted my lips, and he sank inside to stroke my tongue with his as his hands gripped my hips and lifted.

My fingers threaded into the silk strands of his hair as I kissed him back with everything I had. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles like I could hold him prisoner, savoring his groan at the contact.

His kiss held an edge of desperation, and it fueled me, seeking more, faster, deeper. If this was the only time I’d kiss Camden Daniels, then I was going to make damn sure he remembered it, because I would.

We were a mile past electric. Past combustible. Past chemistry or anything that could be explained by science. We simply fit, like two halves of completely different shapes that somehow clicked and became whole and new.

He explored the lines of my mouth, teasing with his tongue, biting gently on my lower lip with sharp teeth. Then, before I could take in a full breath to recover, he was kissing me again, robbing me of every thought besides the absolute wildness he stirred in my veins.

I came alive in his kiss, arching into him, taking as much as he gave and then demanding more. He tasted like peppermint and snowy mornings all tangled together with an edge of fire I knew would burn me if I let him close enough.

He growled my name, and heat answered in my belly as I turned liquid. Whatever he wanted, I’d give him. It was that simple. Because this was Cam.

And he was finally kissing me.

His hands shifted so one arm supported me and the other sent jolts of awareness through every nerve in my body as he trailed his fingers up my spine to cradle the base of my head. Those fingers tightened in a light grip, pulling slightly so my neck arched.

“Cam,” I groaned as his lips left mine and sucked a path of kisses down my throat. I was going to die. Right here, right now. There was no way anything got better than this.

His hands gripped me tighter, and—

Ring.

What was…?

Ring.

No cute ringtone for Cam, nope, just the straight-up, jarring blare of an old-school telephone.