He pulled her closer. It wasn’t forceful. It was more of a desperate need. He had to touch her. He needed that connection.

One arm around her waist, the other cupping the back of her head, and then his mouth was on hers.

Hot and fierce. He used his tongue demanding entry to her mouth.

Sutton didn’t resist. She sank into him like a rag doll. Her hands clutched at his shirt, yanking him closer, needing him closer. She didn’t care that this could be a mistake… She needed him, wanted ...