Chapter - 311
The kiss wasn't tactical. It wasn't a quest objective or a diversion. It was a reclaiming.
Rick's mouth crushed against hers, hungry and demanding, erasing the last lingering doubts in Sharon's mind. She didn't just accept it; she met him with a ferocity that surprised them both. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until the taste of him was the only thing in the world.
Rick didn't let go. He took her hand, his fingers interlacing with hers, and backed her up. He slid the heavy glass door open with his free hand, and the tropical heat hit them like a physical wave.
They stepped out onto the wooden deck. The sun was high and bright, warming their skin instantly. The air was heavy with humidity and the scent of the ocean, a stark, primal contrast to the sterile air conditioning of the room.
