Turned out his idea of trouble was a lot of fun.
Bryna’s body slammed back into the wall of the mirrored elevator. Hugh covered her, and his lips landed on hers without asking for permission. He claimed her like he had paid for this kiss with dinner. She didn’t mind. His kisses were hot as sin. And she felt a sin coming on.
Her body heated to his touch. After an evening of clever banter and s****l tension that could have been cut with a spoon, it felt good to finally have his mouth on hers, to taste him.
His tongue ran along her bottom lip before entering her mouth, and she sighed with pleasure. This was what it was supposed to feel like—pure blissful tension and s****l cravings crashing down between them. Nothing like the stupidity that came with necessity from being with Andrew and no
