10
EVE
There was no sweet seduction. Whitt slid his wet hands up into my hair and crushed our lips together.
The tang of red wine coated his tongue as he delved into my mouth. We’d kissed…once. A soft thing on my doorstep after the wedding. More a good-bye than a start to anything. It had been an opening gambit to a long game.
This was the closing. An endgame move.
He was claiming the queen and dragging the piece to his side by force. Nothing could have stopped me from hanging on for dear life under the force of his kiss. There might as well not have been another kiss. Nothing compared to this. To him ravaging my mouth with a quick, controlled precision that said he had been thinking of exactly how to take me apart piece by piece.
And I was keen on letting him.
“Oh,” I gasped agains
