Chapter 15
Desperately needing to touch him, she tore off her gloves and stuffed them in his coat pocket, and gave her full attention to his pulse-pounding, toe-curling kiss.
She had been right. Right about Alistair’s intentions, his desire for her, his apparent need to overwhelm her.
Yesterday he had been gentle and tender. Tonight, tenderness was replaced by a consuming, raw desire that left her gasping for breath, yearning for more.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and yanked her close. His other hand cupped her jaw, his fingers stroking her cheek, back and forth, in a slow caress, the way his lips were caressing hers.
She ran her fingers through his hair and cradled the back of his head with one hand in case he had any foolish notions about pulling away again. She sifted her fi
