When Aiden Grant saw the indulgence in her eyes and that utterly undisguised possessiveness, his hand slid from her waist up to her shoulder and the back of her head, then he crashed his lips down hard on her cherry-red, alluring mouth.
To hell with whether it was a man or a woman, harassment or not, coffee shop or whatever—everything else could get lost.
The Eldest Young Master Grant was obsessed with this kind of innocent-yet-teasing cuteness on Lily Shaw; the slight upward tilt of her eyes betrayed a seductiveness she herself didn't realize she had, and that tiny hint of allure effortlessly plucked at his nerves, igniting a fierce urge to conquer her.
In Aiden Grant's eyes, Lily Shaw had always been a little cat that looked tame on the surface but had her claws out at every moment; her well-behaved act snuggling in his arms could never compare to the thrill he got from one accidental rebellious move of hers—it stirred his desire to conquer her even more.
