Eleanor went stiff as if she had become a stick, looking at his face with her wide eyes. She had forgotten to push him away. She came to her senses a while later and repelled him.
Zane grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. He had been missing her so badly. After getting her familiar taste, he could not control his desire for her.
His kiss grew fiercer.
Eleanor struggled at first. The hidden desire surfaced as he continued kissing her. The agony in her heart pushed back. Her displeasure and complaints about him vanished at that moment as well. All she could feel was his soft lips. Every breath she took smelled like fresh citrus.
The heat rose from her stomach and spread throughout her body. His touch, smell, and the sensation of his lips on hers were hypnotic. Her brain was shutting down, and she relaxed her muscles.
Her lips parted wide to allow him access to her mouth, her fingers tracing his hair.
