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Silas leaned against the frame, his blue eyes holding hers with an intensity that made the room feel smaller.
"Ivy," he breathed, pushing off the wall in one fluid motion.
He crossed the space between them in three long strides. His hands cradled her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. The scent of him, clean soap and warm skin, filled her senses.
"Missed you," he murmured, his voice rough. "God, I missed you."
His mouth covered hers.
It wasn't a gentle hello. It was deep, hungry, and claiming. His tongue swept past her lips, tasting her, and Ivy's knees went liquid.
Her hands flew to his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle bunch under his shirt. He kissed her again and again, each one a silent, fervent sentence.
"Missed this," he whispered against her lips. "Missed the taste of you."
His mouth trailed down her jaw to the sensitive spot below her ear.
