She’d been searching for something worth fighting for. Something that would boil the blood in her veins and rile up her defenses. Since stepping foot on board, she’d stolen from a handful of first class passengers and thought not much of it.Never—not once—had a single spark of exhilaration ever fired in her middle. Not like this.From one smoldering touch, Thomas sent heat flashing to Elizabeth’s center and flurries of excitement to her core. When his lips pressed against hers, she felt…alive. More so than she ever had before.“What now?” he asked, once he’d turned from the door. His face was pale, nearly matching the whiteness of his dress shirt. He looked anxious, but it suited him well. His square jaw was clenched, ticking by his temple. And his lips were pressed tight.He was a challenge. A tightly wound ball of nerves that Elizabeth couldn’t wait to unravel.“Now you kiss me,” she said, and held her breath.He covered the length of the room quickly, his strong hands cupping her neck as he pulled her against him.
