The moment their lips met, he lost his sense of self. She consumed him with nothing but the kiss—tender, even timid, and yet filled with such passion.For January, the kiss sealed her fate. She didn’t know how she was going to survive the rest of her life without this man, but she couldn’t let herself believe this kiss was anything more than the inevitable outcome of their ongoing sparring. Ben didn’t know, and she didn’t have the guts to tell him, that she’d been in lust ever since the day she’d first seen him. Then the kiss had changed everything. With very little effort, her lust could so easily turn to love.Ben was the first to pull away, and he did so with a groan.“This probably shouldn’t have happened,” he said softly, as he cupped her face and traced the shape of her lower lip with his thumbs.January’s knees went weak. “But it did.”A crooked grin replaced the concerned expression on his face.“Did it ever,” he said, then remembered why he’d come. “I’m going to follow up on everything you told me.”She nodded.
