ABIGAIL.
“Wait,” I backed away, “Right now—”
He didn’t pause a wink before he leaned in and kissed me.
And the world exploded.
His mouth was hot, demanding, claiming me with a possessiveness that should have terrified me.
But God, it felt incredible.
His tongue swept against mine, and I tasted something spicy and intoxicating that made my head spin. Heat flooded through me, and I found myself kissing him back, my hands fisting in his perfect suit jacket.
Oberin made a pleased sound, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me flush against his body. He was hard everywhere I was soft, and I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against my hip.
“You taste like desperation and anger,” he murmured against my lips. “Delicious. But let’s see what else you’re hiding.”
His han
