Hayden watched Shana, wrestling to keep hold of himself. Her honeyed hair fell in disarray around her shoulders, her silvery eyes had gone smoky, and her lips were so pink, so inviting. He heard her words and tried to compute them. He wanted to push, to demand more. Any moment his mind had been free today, his thoughts had wandered to her. On a primal level, he knew she was meant to be his. Yet, the time to push wasn’t now. So, he accepted what she was willing to give.
He closed the distance between them, threading his hands in her hair and fitting his mouth over hers. In a flash, the low burn he’d carried inside all day soared to a wildfire. He slid one palm down her back to cup her bottom, so soft and full, and tugged her against his arousal. Her mouth opened on a gasp, and he swept his
