Suddenly, his hands were in her hair, stroking the silken waves resting on her shoulders. His fingertips followed the sensuous curve of her neck before he cupped her chin and lifted her slender face to his, his touch as gentle and seductive as it had been that night.
Frantically, Rhiannon fought to resist him.
If only Paxton had a heart.
If only she could truly depend on him.
Her skin burned, and her knees went weak. He only had to touch her to make her yearn for him. Had there been a night since she’d seen him last that she hadn’t ached to have him hold her like this and make love to her once again?
“Pax…” she murmured when the craving became too much to resist.
Rhiannon arched her back and opened her lips, inviting his mouth to savagely claim hers. His tongue entered her. In an in
