The kiss was consuming, deep, familiar, and fiercely hungry, conveying the desperate need that had simmered beneath their strained civility. She responded instantly, her hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer until her body was pressed flush against his coat. The familiar heat of him, the scent of expensive cologne mixed with the raw, male musk, was an intoxicating rush. The world narrowed down to the taste of his mouth and the frantic, hammering rhythm of her own heart.
Keith felt the shift, the raw, instantaneous capitulation, and he broke the kiss with a low, primal groan of triumph.
"You shouldn’t have followed me," he muttered against her jaw, his breath ragged, before finding her mouth again.
This time, the kiss was a prelude to action. He pulled her against him, crushing th
