Chapter 106

Nora POV

His mouth crashes back onto mine the second the realization hits us both, and this time there is no hesitation, no careful testing of boundaries. David kisses me like a man who has spent five years starving and finally found the only meal that ever mattered. His tongue slides against mine, demanding, claiming, and I meet him with equal hunger because the truth is I have been starving too.

I fist my hands in his shirt and yank hard enough to hear buttons pop. He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through my chest, and shoves me backward until my spine hits the motel wall with a dull thud. The cheap plaster gives slightly under the force. Neither of us cares.

His hands are everywhere at once – sliding up my ribs, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress, thumbs brushing over nipples that are already painfully tight