Leah barely had time to gasp.
In a split second, Roland’s strong hands gripped her waist and flipped her beneath him, her back sinking into the plush booth seat, his larger body hovering over hers.
“Wha—” Leah let out a startled gasp that dissolved into a wicked giggle.
His lips crashed against hers, kissing her hungrily, wildly, sloppily.
They kissed like they were starving, like they needed to swallow each other whole. Tongues tangled, teeth grazed, and Leah’s giggle slipped through as she grabbed at his shirt, pulling him down harder against her.
She moaned into the kiss, fingers threading into his hair, tugging. This was totally different from the last kiss.
“You kiss like you fight,” she gasped between kisses. “Messy and mean.”
“And you taste like sin,” Roland growled. “Sweet,
