"Rage—"
Tilting his head, he captured my lips. I was shocked. My hands landed on his hard chest. I want to push him but instead, my hands gripped on his collar. I was stunned and lost my sanity. It was like I was drunk. Not because of alcohol but because of his soft lips on mine.
My eyes closed as an instinct. He held me firmly as he parted my lips and kissed me aggressively. It was hot, sensual and needy. I tightened my grip on his collar and instead of pushing him away I pulled him even closer.
Damn!
I couldn't control myself as if I had no control over my own body. I was so lost in his kisses. I no longer cared where we were, or who could see us. The whole time, I was just minding his kisses.
When he withdrew, I'm almost panting. I felt so weak. If he hadn't just held me I might have drowned on the stand.
"I'll take that as a yes," he whispered roughly.
I licked my lower lip. Damn! I still want to taste him!
