Gabriela’s head was spinning so badly that she wasn’t sure which way was up and which was down, which racing heartbeat was hers and which was his. Kyle lowered his hand to his elbow, the rest of his body pressing closer to hers. His tongue slid into her mouth and he moved his knee between her legs, trying to force them apart.
An alarm rang in her head and her eyes instinctively opened, her body tensing from the memory of the unpleasant sensation. He didn’t seem to notice her reaction, his free hand moving to trace her hip bone, then up her stomach where her shirt had rolled up.
Suddenly those gentle, careful hands didn’t feel gentle at all. Those wide, strong shoulders turned slender, narrower; the dark chocolate hair paled to light blonde and those lips that just moments ago kissed her
