Natalie
My breath hitched when I realized this was actually happening, like right now. Behind him, rain pattered on the window, running down the glass. The glow from a flash of lightning burst through the pane, brightening the room for a strike of a second.
In that breath, Cass closed the distance between us, grabbing the nape of my neck and my waist. Our mouths clashed together, and my hands flew up to hold his cheeks, stunned by the aggression with which he kissed me. I answered his passion, knowing nothing except for him. His taste, his breath, his body—all consuming.
He was determined to kiss the breath from my lungs as his hands found their way to my backside and squeezed. He picked me up and set me on the kitchen counter. Pushing forward, he ground the evidence of his arousal into
