I kissed him.
And the world stopped.
Vincent froze for half a second, like he couldn't believe it was actually happening. Then his hand tightened on my waist and he kissed me back.
Not gently, not patiently, not even the careful, controlled way I'd expected.
Vincent gave me everything he'd kept bottled up.
Desperate. Hungry. Eating me up like he'd been holding back for so long that now that he had permission, he couldn't contain it anymore.
His mouth moved against mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. I gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, and he made a sound low in his throat that sent heat flooding through my entire body.
God, he tasted good. Different than Julian. Different than Silas. Just Vincent. Wine and coffee and something uniquely him. He tasted so damn good.
