Beth's mind went completely blank, and it wasn’t the composed, self-imposed blankness she had learned to adapt under pressure, which really never worked so well.
No. This was the kind that took over when something happened without warning and was too close and too warm and too real to process through the normal channels, and her brain just decided to check out.
Santiago’s mouth was on hers. His lips were rubbing against her lips, and his hand was still at her jaw, holding her in place as though he believed she had enough sense to pull back.
They were both on the floor of a closed room. And Santiago Burns was kissing her, and her body had apparently made several decisions without consulting her because her hands had found the fabric of his shirt, and she was kissing him back.
Oh, God! I
