SLADE PULLED ME to him, kissing my lips with such hunger, that my knees turned to jelly. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, sighing in pleasure as his hand slid under my jacket and cupped my breast.
“No,” he growled, releasing me suddenly. He took a step back, his eyes glowing like embers. “We can’t do this.”
“Oh, yes we can,” I said firmly, grabbing the front of his shirt. My body was on fire, needing him. Wanting him. I pulled his lips back to mine and kissed him hard. When I felt him kiss me back, I moaned in the back of my throat.
Giving in to his own passion, Slade reached around and squeezed my buttocks, kneading it like bread dough and lighting a fire between my legs.
Desperate to be closer to him, I slid my hand under his T-shirt, touching the hard planes of his muscular che
