…He pulled me around, moving his hand into place against the small of my back, and placing a new series of kisses along my collarbone and up my neck.

I went for it. I placed a hand on each side of his head and pulled him up, slamming my mouth over his the second he was in range, trying to keep him from opening his eyes and getting a good look at my face.

New fireworks exploded throughout my body the second our lips touched. Our mouths opened, and our tongues clashed against one another, slipping and sliding with an eagerness I never could have imagined.

He gobbled me up, kissing my chin, then down the front of my throat and into my cleavage. “Mmm, it’s so good to feel you, to smell you, to have…what’s all this then? Who the bloody hell are you?” He had finally looked up and into my face.

I managed a meager smile. “Um, the girl you just felt up?”

He backed away. “Who let you in here?”

“I believe you’re the one who grabbed me and dragged me in here.”

“Yeah, but I thought…” He stopped talking and just looked me up and down. A heavy, heavy sadness dimmed his gorgeous blue eyes. He reached out and touched my face, then took an auburn spiral between his fingers.

A sudden and insistent knock sounded at the door. “Five minutes to curtain,” a male voice boomed from the other side of the door.