Danielle started toward the front door again, fingers still laced with Seth’s. But before she could take another step, his grip tightened.
"Not quite yet," he murmured, steering her left instead. "They can wait a little longer."
Confused, she followed, glancing around as the garden stretched into soft shadows around them. Did he want to show her something?
She barely had time to process his words before her back hit the cold stone of the house.
Then he was there, pressing into her, his warmth searing through the thin fabric of her clothes. One hand gripped her waist, firm and sure, the other tangled into her hair, tilting her head up. His breath brushed her lips, and then he kissed her.
Not soft. Not careful.
Hungry. Desperate.
And she kissed him back just as fiercely.
The taste of
