Rising from the bed, he strode over to the woman, who stood frozen—whether in shock, fear, or sheer disbelief. His strong hands encircled her slender waist, pulling her close. Without hesitation, he dipped his head and captured her slightly parted lips, savoring them with deliberate intensity.
He couldn't even remember the last time he had tasted her. Was it before the New Year? It had been far too long. Now that he had finally touched her again, the sensation sent his breathing into a frenzy—hot and uncontrollable.
"Mmm—Albert Wilson, let go of me!"
The fiery contact snapped Cynthia back to her senses. Her hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away, but he remained utterly unbothered by her resistance. Desperation clawed at her, and in a last-ditch effort, she bit down hard on his tongue, which had been invading her mouth so recklessly.
