Amelia Clarke hadn't reacted before her chin was lifted and the tobacco-scented kiss descended upon her.
The overflow of hormones from the mature man was so intoxicating that Amelia Clarke felt dizzy and disoriented.
Owen Moreland didn't deepen the kiss; his thin lips merely grazed hers as a low, husky voice spilled from between their conjoined lips, "Did you miss me today?"
Amelia Clarke tilted her head slightly, her gaze trailing from the corner of her eyes to Owen Moreland. From this angle, her eyes took on a seductive charm, bewitching and soul-stealing, "I thought of you every single moment—"
Before she could finish, a cool tongue unexpectedly invaded.
Owen Moreland led Amelia Clarke back a few steps, pinning her against the wall.
The cold, hard wall made Amelia Clarke shiver involuntarily, but she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, responding passionately.
