Shock jolted through her as he pulled her flush against him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her pelvis cradling the hard bulge of his crotch. The sudden contact shocked them both. His gaze darkened. A gasp caught on her lips. “I shouldn’t have pulled away from you,” he murmured, his voice edged with a raw emotion that wrapped around her heart and squeezed tight. “So why did you?” “Because I wanted you so much that I got ahead of myself.” “I don’t understand—” His lips caught the rest of her sentence as his mouth plundered hers in a kiss that was both deep and desperate. His tongue slid into her mouth to stroke and tease. Strong hands pressed the small of her back, holding her close. She could feel every inch of his body, from chest to hips to thighs, his desire pressing hard and eager into her belly. He smelled of leather and fresh air and a touch of wildness that teased her nostrils and made her breathe heavier, desperate to draw more of his essence into her lungs.
