NYRA

Before I could even try to call his name again, he was on me.

His hand shot to the back of my hair, gripping with so much force and emotion that I ignored the sting and focused only on him.

And then his lips were on mine... Deep, hungry, and claiming. I froze at first, my body stiff, then melted as he kissed me with a ferocity that made my heart stutter.

The sound of his security man giggling somewhere nearby made me laugh mid-kiss, and my arms instinctively went around his neck. He ...