When he kissed up her neckline, seeking her full lips, she turned her head. The message was clear, no kiss for him. “Trust me,” he whispered against her ear. “Just one kiss, just one.” She shook her head, a stubborn streak around her mouth. Irritation gripped his gut. He slid his hand behind her back to unclasp her bra. She folded her arms over her head, crossed wrists and closed her eyes. She gave herself up, but only offered her body, not her heart. He clamped his hand, hard, over her crossed wrists, putting more of his strength into it. Her eyes shot open and he gave a low laugh at the stunned look on her face. “Come on,” he whispered against her mouth, “try to get free.” She bucked against him, undoubtedly to break free of his hold in earnest, and not just that titillating wiggle she’d taunted him with a moment before. He shifted his entire body against hers, holding her against the wall. Need wavered up in him, the need to possess her, to be inside her, take her by force.
