Scott wondered if she would take him slow and easy, or hard and wild. God, he’d almost drove himself insane wondering that.

Vivian nodded, but he shook his head. “You sure, baby? You good?”

“Yes,” she breathed, giving his neck a squeeze. She removed her hand, replacing it with her mouth, trailing a path up his throat, over his chin until she hovered over his lips.

She crushed her mouth to his. The kiss wasn’t patient, and wasn't tentative. Her tongue thrust forward, parried with ...