Grayson's mouth claimed hers in a fierce, hungry kiss that left no doubt about his intentions. His hands tangled in her copper hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss as he pulled her flush against him. The solid length of his arousal pressed against her stomach, making her gasp into his mouth.
Honey surrendered to the kiss, her hands clutching at his shoulders as heat bloomed through her body. The days of tension, of hiding, of fighting this attraction exploded between them with an intensity that stole her breath.
Grayson stood, moving her around until her legs hit his desk. Without breaking the kiss, he swept his arm across the surface, sending anything on this side of the desk scattering to the floor. The reckless gesture was so unlike his usual controlled demeanor that it sent anot
