Zhara pushed the door open with a bang, They stumbled through the door, the tension ofbthe conversation from the car was still there, but none of it mattered now. His back hit the wall, her mouth still on his, fierce and hungry.
He’d kissed her before, always under her command, always because she let him. But tonight felt different. There was no edge of play, no whispered orders. Just heat.
Her hands found his chest and paused there, steady. “This isn’t a scene,” she said, voice rougher than usual.
“I understand,” he breathed.“I don’t care” confidence backing his word.
Something flickered in her eyes hesitation, then surrender. She leaned in again, slower this time, tasting him like she wanted to remember it. The air thickened with something heavier than lust.
When she sank to her kne
