Nicholas’s mouth was hot on mine. His body pinned me to the door.
I attacked his lips with my own, eager to burn away any trace of that mystery woman who had been there before me today. Lilliana? Olivia? It didn’t matter who. My mind was flooded with angry, scalding jealousy.
Maybe Nicholas couldn’t be mine forever, but here, for the duration of this moment, I was staking my claim.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my fingers through his hair.
He coaxed my lips open. It was no great feat.
When his tongue slipped into my mouth, I was ready and waiting for it.
As our tongues tangled, his hands wandered. He’d started at my hips, but in an impatient instant, his fingers slipped under the waist hem of my shirt and teased at the bare skin of my stomach.
I broke the kiss to moan
