Ross had a way of making her forget everything else—her thoughts, her fears, even the prudence she usually clung to.
Her hands instinctively moved to his shoulders, tracing the lines of his body as she responded to his kiss with equal intensity.
She could feel the warmth of him, the way he seemed to pull her in completely, and a shiver ran down her spine.
The kiss was urgent, passionate, yet tender, a confusing mix that made her heart race.
Then, just as she was losing herself entirely, Ross's hands moved in ways she hadn't anticipated.
She gasped softly, a mix of surprise and anticipation.
"Wait… Ross…" Her voice was almost a whisper, shaky but filled with longing.
He paused, searching her eyes for a reaction, and in that brief second, she saw the same fire that had drawn her to him before.
His hands lingered, firm but careful, guiding her closer as if he could read her unspoken permission in her gaze.
Ross moved with a confidence that made Jennifer's pulse race.
