"I know," he said and swooped in, shoving her head back against the mirror so she couldn't retreat from his kiss again. His lips were warm against hers, his tongue like hot, smooth steel forcing its way into her mouth and conquering the territory within. She wanted to deny him, but her resolve began to melt as arrows of heat shot through her, stealing her breath and her denials.

She could feel the familiar swirls of heat swooping and curling within her belly, begging her to ...