POV : Fiona
His lips crashed against mine, and the entire world outside the limousine simply ceased to exist.
I should have pushed him away. I should have slapped him. I was Ambassador Caldwell, a woman of power and logic. But the second Maxwell's mouth opened over mine, my brain completely short-circuited.
It wasn't a gentle, polite kiss. It was desperate. It was rough and hungry, like he was a drowning man and I was his only oxygen. His hand tangled tight in my hair, holding me perfectly in place, while his other hand gripped my waist, pulling my body flush against his.
And heaven help me, I kissed him back.
A quiet, helpless gasp slipped from my throat, and I felt his chest rumble in response. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the pure, electric heat of the moment, d
