She tasted coffee. He’d had time for a cup between saving the world from the bad guys and displaying himself before her like a smorgasbord. His mouth took her from zero to a hundred and sixty in about two seconds. Every thought, every doubt in Hannah’s mind, evaporated in the heat of the kiss as he lifted her onto the counter. Having her shower-warmed butt placed on a cold marble countertop was a shock. Eyes narrowed, Hannah pulled her mouth from his, slapped a hand on his chest, and wedged her knee between them. Then shifted to hold him off with a bare foot planted on the hard steps of his six pack. “If this happens, you’re mine.” His muscles flexed against her toes in response, and it was to his advantage that he kept his eyes on her face, not her crotch. Wrapping his hand around her foot, Gray used his thumb to massage her instep, then ran his palm up her leg, shifted her planted foot, so her leg wrapped around his waist as he stepped forward.
