Chapter Three
As soon as Thane’s lips closed on hers, effectively blotting out her fiery protest, her momentary shock and umbrage gave way to a delicious weakness in Trista’s knees. He forced her lips apart, invading her mouth with his tongue. She couldn’t suppress a sensual moan. The quickening of her body at his touch had nothing to do with the shaky aftermath of a plane crash or a bump on the head. No indeedy.
Instead, the excitement thrumming through her veins now had everything to do with her deep need to respond to the dominant demand in this man’s kiss. She’d wanted this ever since she opened her eyes, in spite of all of the pressing, immediate priorities of their situation. Her senses swamped with desire, she plumb forgot all about the crash, her MIA memories, or even Alec watchi
