I hooked my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet my lips. My mouth crushed against his cool, thin lips, pressing hard.
My tongue forced its way between his teeth, the kiss sweet and warm, claiming every inch of him.
Alexander's breath caught in his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed violently.
A low, guttural groan escaped him.
Instinct took over before reason. His large palm clamped down hard on the small of my back, pressing me flush against his chest. The silk of my dress slid against him, slick as a snake shedding its skin.
His other hand slid up the high slit of my dress, cupping the soft flesh of my thigh.
He flipped the script, his lips and tongue taking control, sucking and biting with urgent hunger.
The clean, woody scent of his cologne tangled with my
