I TRIED TO PULL back, but the grip on my wrists was relentless, and even though I jerked my head away he held me tightly. “Why are you kissing me?” I said in a deliberately cranky voice, hoping that would mask the pain. “You don’t even like me.” For a moment his blinding smile lit his face, and just that quickly all my resistance vanished. He shifted his grip so that he held me captive with one strong hand, while the other reached up to cup my face, so that I had no choice but to look into his eyes again. Fall into them. “Such a foolish little goddess,” he whispered. Before his mouth caught mine once more. It wasn’t a mercy kiss. It was hard and wet and full of carnal demand. His long fingers pulled my mouth open, and he pushed his tongue into me, demanding a response that I was helpless to refuse. I fell back into that dangerous world, throwing pride and caution to the winds, kissing him, lost in the sensual delight he wove around me with merely a look. I started to move closer, press up against him, but our hands were in the way.
