“Only after I taste you,” I demanded, a grin on my lips.

Without hesitation, he cupped the back of my neck and slanted his lips against mine. His hot breath puffed against my face as he devoured my mouth. His body tensed with eagerness, hovering over mine.

He poured himself into that kiss. The way his tongue danced with mine. I could taste everything. The sultry sweetness of power.

The unique tang of experience.

The spicy heat of his passion. ...