Scars’ response was immediate. Powerful. Passionate.
He wrapped those huge, scarred arms around her, and he kissed her like she was the last woman he’d ever want to be close to, the last one he’d ever want to be with. Zero hesitation, zero holding back.
And God, his kisses were something else. Zoe had known her fair share of men in her life – maybe more than her fair share, because she’d been a bit wild in her teenaged years – but this man blew them all away. Left them in the dirt and the dust.
He kissed her like he was starved for her, like he was parched for her. Like he drew his air from her parted lips, like he drew life from her breath.
He kissed her like she was his.
She’d never been kissed this way, like she was being claimed. She liked it. She liked it a hell of a lot.
Scars
