Elizabeth stood stock still as the heat from Caden’s hands seared her skin through her linen shirt. His fingers threaded through her hair, one hand cupping the back of her head as the other drew her closer until she pressed against the entire length of him. Heat came off him in waves as his lips covered hers. There was nothing gentle in his kiss, instead it spoke of pent up frustration, a need to possess. Elizabeth’s mouth opened like a flower, her knees weak with shock. Her hands clutched at his shirt while his tongue plundered her mouth winning the argument his words could not. She could feel his heart pounding or was it her heart? No longer able to tell where she stopped and he began she held on for dear life. All the anger she’d felt towards him dissipated to be replaced by a raw desire which ran through her veins like quicksilver. The sweetness of a hard male body pressed against hers awoke a need in her long repressed. Just as she allowed herself sink into the moment he released her, stepping away.
