Halia felt the man's soft lips press firmly against hers. They were plump, smooth and warm.
Even though she welcomed his kiss, she couldn't help but stare into the man's eyes with disbelief as he tightened his grip around her waist. She couldn't believe they were actually crossing the line like this. It felt so wrong, yet so right.
Jackson moved away a little and took a breath, breathing in the scent of coffee from Halia's lips. She must have drunk coffee before she saw him. With his lips slightly parted, he tilted his head and kissed her again...and again...and again.
Everytime his lips left hers, he was drawn back faster, forcing the woman in his arms to gasp for air. The sound of her breaths made his heart race and it made him want her even more.
The smell of coffee was alluring, but it wasn't enough for Jackson. He began to wonder how she'd taste. Unable to control himself, Jackson gently pressed Halia against the wall and forced his tongue into her mouth.
