Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of her neck and slipped down only to get lost between her cleavage. She should be infuriated at those words he had just spouted. Yet she found herself picturing a scene in her head again. It was a vision where she had her arms languidly curled around his neck and tugging him closer. All the while, she was begging him to kiss her as if… his lips were the salvation that she wanted… that she needed.
Her eyes involuntarily trailed down and stared at his lips. Those stupidly, seductive lips were just so tempting that her eyes were drawn to it no matter how hard she tried to look elsewhere. Her body was starting to rebel against her will and before she knew it, her lips too had followed along to rebel. They had parted, wanting her damned enemy's lips to be pressed against hers now.
