Luke’s words made her head swim, her heart pound, and her body burned with need. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol in her system or the charm that made her throw caution to the wind and surrender to him. There was no doubt he had a way with words that could make even a shrew melt and beg for a good f*ck.
At that moment, his notorious reputation, and his playboy ways, didn’t matter to Brynne. She wanted him. She wanted to replay the magic of last night, this time in her senses. Maybe her body too was addicted to him, just as he was to her.
“Only a kiss,” Brynne conditioned. In response, his eyes sparkled in defiance, but Brynne reached out without a thought, cupping his jaw and pulling his head down to her level. It was just the initiative he needed her to make to fulfill the promise
