Sara’s POV
I’m too shocked to react at first. That gives Christian enough time to settle me comfortably on his lap, straddling him with my knees resting on the couch on either side of his thighs.
Enough time to move one hand to the back of my head and into my hair to hold me in place as his mouth ravishes mine. His other hand sneaks around my waist, wasting no time getting under my sweater and gripping my bare skin.
My body runs hot and cold all at once. Hot with a sudden flood of sensations that I badly wish would disappear as soon as they appear.
For a moment, it feels like the most natural thing to do is return his kisses, his embrace, his passion. And I almost do.
But then the chilling realisation that this is Christian Rivers, the same guy who made it clear in so many words that
