Her touch lingered along his jaw, daring him to pull back.

He didn't.

Instead, Noah reached up and caught her wrist, holding it gently as if he were afraid she might vanish. Their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills, until Diana finally closed the space between them.

Their lips met, first testing, searching, then with a sudden, hungry intensity neither could hold back. The kiss was heat and challenge rolled into one, her mouth moving against his with defiance, his answering with equal ...