Then his mouth was on hers, and her words and breath were cut off as effectively as if he had his hands around her throat. She pushed hard on his chest now, and his response was to growl and shove her back again, then lift her roughly onto her desk. Papers scattered to the floor, her phone joined them with a crash. And still Silver kept his lips on hers, his large hands cupping her face to hold her in place, his mouth hungry and hot, his beard scratching her face in that way that drove her wild.
Jo struggled for all of four seconds – and then she stopped.
Not because she felt that it was useless to fight back, though. Whatever the hell was going on here, whatever had just set him off and whatever his intentions, she knew deep down that if she panicked or started to cry or tried to scream
