His kiss was fierce and conquering, holding nothing back, like a wildfire spreading on dry grassland in an irresistible, unstoppable sweep. His hand came up behind my nape and pulled me in tight against him, so hard that I thought my neck might break.
This was far different from his usual gentleness, but it ignited me, and I parted my lips further, inviting him in, giving him back what I took. My hands cupped his cheeks, feeling every movement of his muscles, every heavy breath against my skin, every bit of rising heat.
I gasped when his other hand reached for my waist and started working the ribbons of my dress.
"Right … Right here?" I pushed myself a little farther away and stared at him wide-eyed.
"Bedrooms are too far away," he replied and closed the distance between us again, sealing the rest of my protests in my mouth.
