Cahir cupped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his.
The kiss tasted like peppermint and desire.
To his surprise, Katia kissed him back. Actually kissed him back, not just submitting but participating, her soft lips moving against his.
He didn't want to damage the fragile, complicated thing growing between them. So when she willingly offered herself, he accepted. He pushed her down onto the couch, his hands already reaching for the hem of her dress.
"Wait," she said fast as his other hand started pulling roughly. "Please be gentle with it. I borrowed this from a friend. I have to give it back."
Cahir's hands stilled. He looked at the dress, then at her face.
She didn't have clothes like this.
Something twisted in his chest. He filed that information away ca
