Her knees buckled, but he was already there, a solid wall pinning her between his body and the shelves. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her deeper, harder, until she was dizzy.

“Mmh—” she tried to speak, but the sound dissolved into a whimper as he bit her bottom lip, tugging it before releasing with a satisfied growl.

He pulled back just enough to look at her. Her lips were swollen, her breath ragged. She should’ve pushed him away. She ...