Zayne moved his mouth against mine, kissing me with a fervor that sent my thoughts scattering in every direction. His lips were warm and demanding, his tongue coaxing mine into a rhythm that felt nothing like restraint.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, and then- before I even registered what was happening, he was rising to his feet, lifting me with ease as though I weighed nothing, and pressing me hard against the wall.

The shock of the cool surface met the burn of his body, and I gasped ...