The kiss was a soft, seeking pressure at first, a gentle question against her mouth. Winona’s surprise lasted only a heartbeat before her lips softened and parted. The faint scent of beer was on his breath.

Ares shifted, eliminating the space between them, his body a solid heat against her thin silk nightie. The suddenness of him backing her against the door pulled a low moan from her throat.

His hands moved; one arm wrapped securely around her waist, pulling her flush against his frame. ...