It takes me by surprise when Anna lunges at me, crashing her lips into mine with reckless urgency. It wasn’t an invitation. It was a claiming. The force of it knocks the breath from my chest, a groan ripping free before I can stop it. Instinct takes over— My arms banded around her waist, hauling her against me until not a sliver of night air could separate us. She was all heat and soft, desperate curves.
She tastes like champagne and something unmistakably her—sweet, intoxicating Anna. The thought was a lightning strike to my system. The sophisticated restraint of the evening, the careful distance I’d maintained evaporated. My body responded with a painful, immediate throb, my pants becoming a torturous constraint as desire coils hot and demanding.
She’s so f*****g turned on.
And it hit
