Lilly stepped into Travis’s arms, felt them come around her, felt his lips slant across hers and the world around her go up in flames. She couldn’t have this man, and she knew it, but she knew she already belonged to him. She had somehow always belonged to him. Lifting herself to his kiss, Lilly let her hands grip his hair, pulling at the coarse strands to deepen the kiss as she felt a raging hunger begin to burn inside her. That wildness she remembered fighting all her life took control, she became a woman who instinctively knew what she needed and who she needed it from. Never had arousal taken her like this. Pulling her head back, she stared up at him, her breathing heavy, rough. “You were my first, weren’t you?” She knew it, sensed it. “I was your only,” he growled, possessiveness raging in his tone and fulfilling some need she hadn’t known existed within her. A knowledge, that final certainty, that she hadn’t been the woman her uncle’s report alleged. His head lowered again before she could voice any further questions, his lips took hers again, his tongue pushing past her lips, stroking over hers and locking her in a battle of desire that she knew she had no hope of winning.
