[Rosie's POV]
When he finally pulled back, his eyes met mine again, this time softer. "Better?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, a small, genuine smile breaking through the lingering tension. "Much better."
He leaned in, so close that his lips brushed my mind with a tenderness that caught me off guard.
My breath hitched as he parted my lips gently, and for a moment, I was in the kitchen. My heart melted as his hand let go of the towel and held the small of my back.
He pulled me just enough that our bodies kissed just as he deepened the kiss on our lips.
A soft moan escaped me as I felt a wave of his control. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were darker than mine.
"Princess" he whispered, his voice rough around the edges, "there's something I need to tell you." He brushed a stray lock of hair from my forehead, his thumb lingering on the curve of my cheek.
