Before he even knew what hit him, Ransom was kissing Leena back passionately. Her lips were delicate but hungry. Her tongue flicked across his top lip, sending a shot of hot electricity through his body that made him want to grab her waist.
But the table… he'd forgotten momentarily that they were in a bar until he heard someone cheering them on. Leena flinched at the loud, excited holler and whistle that was clearly meant for them. She was the one to break this kiss this time. She sat back down in the seat and covered her mouth, her eyes wide and bright as the moon.
Ransom felt intoxicated. Confused. Bewildered.
He stayed standing, leaning over the table. He took a good look at Leena's face, her sharp features rounding with the shy smile on her face that she was trying to hide. God,
